Finally, Something Funny Again

Okay... I work at Vintner's Cellar, a custom winery in Redding... it's just fantastic.  I host wine tastings, help create batches of wine, mingle with customers, prepare food, etc... it's a perfect fit for me & am loving it.  Tonight, I lived through a brilliant example of why working with people is such a hoot and I wanted to share.  

We were hosting a wine tasting party for ten people who were fairly mellow for the most part.  My boss and I were both pretty tired, so we were a little on the subdued side as well.  At one point, an elderly man walked inside and I took him a menu and seated him at a table.  We were officially closed, but it's not such a big burden to serve one little ol' fella while hosting the party - and so we welcomed him into our midst.  Now, I should probably tell those of you that I haven't met face to face that I'm a rather tall gal.  I've met taller women, but I've also met many, many more who were shorter.  I also love high heels which is usually irrelevant when I'm dressing for work.  I typically choose function over sacrificing the balls of my feet to the lesser gods of taut bums and shapely calves.  Today was an exception.  When it's all said and done, I loomed large at around 6'3" as I greeted the gentlemen who was notably shorter.  

God bless his heart, this poor guy just couldn't get over my height and was saying all sorts of charming things like, "All that beauty wrapped up in one large package" and "I love big girls" and "You're not married?  All this woman going to waste?!"  He introduced himself as Kelly and I think I needn't dwell too much on how obvious it is that we became fast friends.  I brought him a glass of wine and he reciprocated with this gem: "You know what makes big girls a lot like mountains?"  Clearly, I did not, indicated my ignorance and was gratified with his response: "It doesn't make sense to many people, but you want to climb up all over them both, just because they're there."  Good people, I do not tell you fibs.  

Mt. Shasta

Belay on... 

Now, lest I be misunderstood, I am a staunch proponent of the rights of the elderly.  After tonight I am ever more in favor of their right to settle their randy selves on down before they break some hips or pop a denture or some other ghastly mishap befalls them.  I still haven't quite finished chuckling over the whole business, but I will say this for Kelly - he's got a solid place in "Jen's Book of Life Records" as the oldest guy who ever hit on me.  He's almost 90.