On his first date with a beautiful woman, David decided that he was going to impress her somehow with his knowledge of wine.
Since their date was in a fine restaurant, his choice naturally, David told the wine steward to bring a bottle of 1985 Sterling Chabernet Sauvignon from the Carneros District.
Having tastes the wine, David berated the steward. “No, no, this is a 1987 Vintage from the North coast vineyards near Calistoga”, he said haughtily. “Please bring me what I ordered”.
The steward went off and came back with a new bottle of wine as ordered.
The second bottle of wine was poured and once again David was annoyed. “No, no, this is 1985 all right, but it’s from the Mount Helena vineyards!”
Watching the drama unfolding from the bar, an old drunk came up to the table and said, “Wow, that is an impressive ability. Can You tell me what’s in my glass?”
Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to impress his date, David sipped at the drunk’s glass. “Christ, this tastes like piss”, he exclaimed and spat the mouthful out.
“That’s exactly right”, the drunk said. “Now tell me when and where I was born”.
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