Reader MC just lobbed this over the firewall and into the ol’ inbox:

Holy fucking shit dude, today’s Wine Store Monday has the throttle wide open and is burning rubber in all four gears (five if you count reverse), mashing the gas pedal like it’s grape-stomping day down at the vineyard. It’s official: Wine Store Monday is racing for slips.

IT MAY BE A JOBLESS RECOVERY, BUT IT’S SURE NOT A WINELESS RECOVERY.

You got that right! And by the way, since my last blog post? I SOLD SOME WINE. I had a customer rush in and buy a bottle of white wine(?!?) and then rush right back out and get on with her day … “All business, no time for small talk, let’s make this wine-transaction smooth like Sade.” Done and done!

Four hours left, people … let’s get that wine … let’s blow the doors off this joint …