Yesterday, I went to the other side of Houston to have dinner with my friends Brent and Sue. They were grilling steaks and corn on the cob on the grill. Sue made an olive oil dipping sauce and warm bread. The meal was delicious.
I brought a bottle of Merlot wine with me. Just something I picked up at Kroger. Brent was commenting that it was really good. I guess I lucked out. I know nothing about wine. I asked Brent what was the name on the bottle. He fished it out of the trash and read the label. "Fina Lini". I thought that was an odd name for a wine that I picked out. I usually pick a wine by something odd on the label like an alligator. I probably wouldn't pick up wine with a faux French or Italian sounding name. I looked at the bottle and handed it back to Brent. I said, "Dude. You need glasses. It says Fine Line." It even has a circus acrobat riding a unicycle on a tightrope.
To give Brent credit, he was born in 1960; same as me. The blind, old fart.