My grandmother burned. I went to the supermarket to buy wine to sit with my friends in the evening. She went to the wine department and asked the first supermarket worker for a wine consultant. The girl went confused to her colleagues, where they had a consilium to delegate as a sommelier. As a result, one guy was pushed out, he approached with a serious face and here the grandmother gives: yes to me, she says, you can drink wine not with a traffic jam, but with a lid, or we old ladies can not open the traffic jam)))