Waiting for Walter

Walter stared at the paper, gathering his thoughts. "You see, this job requires dealing with the public, the kind of people who have had a bit to drink by the time they see us. And I'm looking at your résumé and don't see much retail sales or wait service that relates to this sort of position."

Visions of Vinicultural Grandeur

Alcohol fumes stung my nostrils as I watched a customer trying to sell wine to another guy. Raspberry jamminess coated my tongue while a group of retirees conspired to split a case for the quantity discount. My chest blazed from the heat as I saw the bartender high fiving a bunch of guys in ball caps.

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