I used to work in a winery bottling
department. My favorite memory is the day when four of us were working
on the labelling line (two each side of the conveyor belt) with the
bottles of wine moving slowly past us. We each grabbed a bottle from the
conveyor, slapped a label on it, returned it to the conveyor, and then
grabbed another bottle. It was just a matter of chance which bottle we
grabbed but it didn't matter because it was all the same wine. It all
came out of the same stainless steel tank.
The funny part was that all four of us had different labels!
The
girls in the tasting room often amused themselves when a pretentious
wine connoisseur tried to impress his friends by sampling different
wines and passing his judgement upon them. They would deliberately
suggest wines with different labels (but which they knew to be exactly
the same stock) and then settle back to listen while the connoisseur
declared one superior to the other.
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