“Well...” How to answer the smirk, because really, the bottle of wine indeed was labeled Sweet Red; no merlot, shiraz, just Sweet Red. And I was already a glass into the bottle. “It was an impulse buy.” The smirk stayed in place; I had to look away. “It was on an endcap, and it is a sweet wine and-”
“It's red?” She guessed and I swear I could hear the smirk now, even with my back turned.
“Yes.” I was defeated.
But really. For being $2.77 a bottle at Wal-Mart, the headache this morning is hardly noticeable.