The wine buffet is just left
of the table with cocoa-rubbed wild boar
and mesquite-grilled axis deer.
The women in line ahead of me
could be twins: long, flat-ironed hair,
giant sunglasses,
skinny jeans and tall boots,
and the rest of The Look.
The wine guy tells these two
(who are younger and thinner than me):
Yes!
That’s our plan! Free wine
to all the pretty women.
Amid much girlish laughter
he pours them generous glassfuls.
The women
drift toward the boar.
Which puts me first in line.
The wine guy gazes at something
far away and just over my head,
not acknowledging my existence.
After an awkward pause,
I say
“I’d like some wine, please. Red.”
He slowly refocuses
splashes a bit into my glass
while he tries to conjure up the other two.
2009
misc. and so forth 
Red for me too. Cin cin.
I had completely forgotten this post, but went back and read it after you posted this comment. I got pissed off all over again… (Yay for red, though.)
I’m sorry you got pissed off but when you write this good then this is one of the results. 🙂
An occupational hazard, I guess!
This good and this well.