About six months ago, I walked into a small wine shop in Malibu to grab what else? Wine. I remember how I felt that day, but not why. Just one of those days the wind was out of my sails and my feet were full of lead. I wandered down the short aisles aimlessly staring at labels, nothing registering. A man appeared in front of me and asked if I needed any help. He may as well have played a Hallmark commercial for me as my eyes welled up and I thought for a moment I was going to break down right there in front of the Bordeaux. It must have appeared that the complexity of choosing a bottle of wine could actually bring a woman to tears.
As I quickly tried to gain my composure, he goes, “Wait. You like chocolate?” That did it. The puddles of salt water overflowed. “I-is that a ‘yes’?” I couldn’t even nod. In an instant he handed me a giant bar of Godiva and said, “Take this. It’s on the house.” He smiled and I handed him my credit card to pay for a mystery bottle of red that I managed to grab (my priorities were still in tact even if my emotions weren’t). I choked back more tears and whispered, “Thank you.”
I felt lighter when I left. It wasn’t the wine. It wasn’t the chocolate. It was the fact that a stranger went out of their way to be nice. And I’ve thought of it ever since.
I’ve gone back in the wine shop a few times since but never saw him again.
“A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.” Robert Louis Stevenson
Wine tip of the week: Educated Guess Cabernet Napa Valley 2011 $22 Rich and complex for the money