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My local grocery store has the most awesome wine selection of any place within a 50 mile radius of my house, surprisingly enough. There is the equivalent of 3 full aisles full of wine - much more than specialty wine stores around here, with plenty of selections from my southern hemispheric favorite wineries in Australia, South Africa and Chile. I don't know why they have invested so much of their resources in wine selection, but I am holding my breath that a shift in the winds doesn't change their minds. This is a GOOD thing.

They also have an employee who, apparently, is the dedicated wine steward. He is a gray-haired elderly gentleman with a slow smile who enjoys talking, especially to the ladies. He is, in fact, a shameless flirt. He has thus far convinced me to buy Sherry (which I NEVER drink) and a bottle of Californian Chardonney, when I am a staunch *red* wine fan. He told me today he was watching me look over the frozen peas and thought I was quite attractive and had been hoping I'd come by his little wine tasting display. The fact that this didn't offend me or gross me out is a testiment to his style. What a smooth operator he is. Just the right touch of flirtatious compliments coupled with a respectful distance. Thus the Sherry and the Chardonney sitting unused in my wine rack.
Flirtation - it goes a long way, baby. :-)