“We’ll have a bottle of Chianti, that’s twelve,” said Howard indicating his choice on the wine list.
“With respect sir, Chianti is six. Number twelve is Liebfraumilch”
“Liebfraumilch is twenty-five my man” bellowed Howard.
The wine waiter appeared somewhat confused.
“Excuse my colleague,” said George. “We are celebrating Howard becoming this year’s Scrabble champion. Chianti scores twelve points!”
“Ah, now I understand sir. How about Oxyphenbutazone?” asked the wine waiter.
“What kind of wine is that?” asked Howard.
“No sir, the medication known as oxyphenbutazone is the highest scoring Scrabble word and it garners 1778 points”
With that, he shuffled off with a superior look on his face. The customarily lucid Howard was momentarily speechless!
The sommelier returned, a straw-clad bottle cradled in his white-gloved hands.
”Three four one one one one one sir,” he said pouring some Chianti into Howard’s glass.
For the penultimate time, Sunday Photo Fiction is being hosted by Susan Spaulding. Padre of Padre’s Ramblings provided the picture.
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