"Ah", she said, "my Dad likes that wine"
Her Dad? Her Dad?
Oh, sad and desperate day.
Oh, woeful encounter.
Oh, mean and sorry chance.
Do thee compare me to thy father?,
(I wanted to say)
Surely I am younger and have a wittier blog?
Oh, woman, speak not of your father, tell me of your boyfriend or your lover, tell me of the velvet, scented wine you carry home from work to share with him on a warm spring evening.. Or, failing that, what does your brother drink?
What I actually said was "Oh. Does he?"
Later, at the till, while she waited for me to find my glasses so that I could enter my PIN number, she compounded her error, asking me if I would like her to help carry my wine to my car.
More in resignation than in revenge: I said yes