For a few weeks, I knew I needed to write a new post but didn't have anything that compelled me until I reflected on some recent events that all had a similar theme - bad behavior. I began to ponder why my fellow beings act so often in a manner befitting ownership of the shirt below
I recently attended one of my favorite wine festivals. It’s been my harbinger of summer for the last 4 years. Always a great gurlfriends' getaway and my first (and sometimes only) chance to encounter my favorite vintner, Heritage Wines, whose vines and tanks are situated 5 hours away on Lake Erie. This year due to scheduling and general busyness on my part, I decided to forgo the friend fueled tasting but was hell-bent on getting my share of some of that mighty fine Sangria. So I made the requisite pit stop and when I arrived home ready to unwind and imbibe liquid bliss, I discovered to my horror, I had been given 4 bottles of Strawberry wine instead of my beloved Sangria. I started to hyperventilate right on the spot then realized that the fest was not yet over, thus giving me a chance to correct this egregious error. So on the 2nd day, VBG trekked the 40 minutes back to complete an exchange. I approached big hat wearing Gate-man to explain why I was bringing wine into a wine fest since that was counter-intuitive to the mission of the festival, right? Gate-man asked for a receipt and I complied. Then he asked if they (Heritage) knew of the mistake and I responded “how would I let them know that?" I had looked both on the Taste of PA site as well as Heritage Wine site prior to my arrival and reasoned it would be easier just to go back and explain than spend my Sunday making a bunch of calls only to be told to do just that (return and exchange the bottles). However my response clearly rubbed Gate-man the wrong way because he proceeded to go off YELLING at me and saying I'd insinuated things I hadn’t said or even thought. Despite my growing frustration, I stayed pretty calm cause this hat-wearing ass scared me a little - he cut an imposing figure but more importantly he was standing between me and nearly half a dozen bottles of my very favorite wine. After holding me aside for some minutes to let others who were waiting to get in (and witnessing this exchange) he told me “go on to Heritage, I have more respect for them anyway”. Now, I get that people have bad days, moods or lots in life (hell on the right day I'll admit to all of those though I'd be lying...really) but that's no reason to get personal and feign disrespect. First off I didn't give a flying f-ck what his feelings were toward me, I wasn't there to foster any kind of relationship with anything but wine certainly not jerks wearing big ass hats who get off on yelling at chicks. The guys at Heritage (on the other hand) were absolute sweethearts – they acknowledged the error, apologized numerous times and even gave me an extra bottle for my inconvenience. And that’s how things should have been handled at the gate – I wasn't asking Gate-man to solve my problem. I needed him only to facilitate my entry and nothing more. Now I am certain if I had been accompanied by a man, Gate-man would have tempered his comments because both his tone and words were more than enough to piss of any guy. I also wondered since I live in Smallville PA whether that exchange would have happened if I were of the Caucasian persuasion. I related in my last post, how I think far too many of my "neighbors" and I use that term loosely feel about "us". As brave as I have been known to carry myself, I walked away from the exchange shaken and totally humiliated. When I got to my car I cried for 15 minutes and I don't cry easily. Once I got home, I did indeed email the organizers of the festival to make them aware of the incident but sadly to date (more than 2 weeks later) I still have no reasonable explanation nor apology for the incident. So guess where I won't be returning next May....Taste of PA Wine Fest in York.