"How's your Chardonnay?" my wife asked the winery's host.
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"Very dry," he responded.
I tried to interrupt, but my wife cut me off, "A bottle please."
When the host was out of earshot, I said, "Why'd you order that? I thought you liked White Zinfandel."
"I've heard it's insulting to order Zinfandel at a winery."
"But you hate dry wine. Wouldn't you rather have something you'd enjoy?"
She shrugged off my question, and we sat in silence until we had our wine in hand. My wife took a sip and made a bitter face.
"We can switch."
"No," she waved. "It's fine."
"Wouldn't you rather enjoy---"
She grabbed my hand and whispered, "I don't want to be rude!"
She took another sip and made a bitter face.
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