Delicious clear conscience ruby glass of ambrosia, sipping your body on a misty Cape Town Wednesday night is an ease of life's kindness. You were bought on a whim, like most things I do, but I love you more than that. See, the reason behind my luck of having you tonight is thanks to a lady whom I'm sure had an unfortunate day. Either one of her five dogs caused her frustrated state, perhaps it was the combination of all five possibly six dogs in her expensive SUV with the actual park in the other direction and the less inviting parking lot of KwikSpar ahead. That or the pup on her lap forget to wee before hand and she was not moving her SUV because it's hard to multitask when using triple ply soft tissues to dry oneself. Especially when those are on reserve for mental breakdowns only. More likely she had just heard her housekeeper stole her Prada bag. Either way she was somewhere between stationary and spaced out staring at me when I gestured for her to turn into the parking lot. Undeniably a clear gesture to remind her she has right of way. There was no response. Lingering on uphills is not a first choice so I zoomed my little car into the parking lot. When a swift and smooth uphill start turns bad... She then came back from space and hooted whilst flailing her arms in the air. Yes, perhaps she didn't do that simultaneously. Perhaps it was the poor lap dog that jolted into the hooter. I'm not sure what actually happened because it was unexpected and offensive. With a slight veer to the side I let her self righteous SUV pass me, defending myself from her squeals at the same time. There wasn't anything Kwik and painless about that Spar visit in Vredehoek. Luckily I did not bump into the lady while roaming the three isles, unfocused with agitation, she had hooted her bad spaced out vibes onto me, the road version of a baton race. Didn't let it go until I saw you on special. Wine, you are special.
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