A Near Miss

Let me tell you a story. Queue the banjo.

See, once there was a liquor store with an abundant supply of cheap, refrigerated champagne. Those days were careless and free and the champagne flowed without reservation.

But, slowly the stock diminished. Those careless Summer afternoons of mimosa consumption multiplied while the store's supply diminished. Intent upon saving them all, I hoisted my picket sign high (metaphorically) and cautioned the store owner of the impending disaster - but he didn't understand. "We'll re-stock soon." and "I'll just move some from the shelf to the frig." -- famous last words if ever there were any.