I’m in the kitchen cooking. My husband is on the phone with his friend, Wayne. He says, “Yeah, we did some barrel tasting. They’re really slutty right now.”
I stopped what I was doing. “Did you say ‘slutty?'”
He drops the phone long enough to say, “Yeah. Like California wines. Big, cheap, flashy… you know, bimbos.”
And people think the wine business is so glamorous.