First published on the now-defunct Wayward Wine Pixie blog on July 14, 2015

I needed a bottle of wine, and fast. I popped into the local Signature store near my daughter’s daycare to quickly grab something for dinner.

That woman was there. The same one every time. She hawks something different each time from her portfolio and will drag you over to her station from four aisles away if you let her. She always perches right in the French wine section, furthering my frustration as I can’t concentrate on the shelves with her constant nattering:

“Oh, you like French wine? This Malbec is great!”

“Oh, you like sparkling, try this!!”

– Oh, piss off.