A BRIEF EXCHANGE AT THE BOTTLESHOP
by Ross Sharp
Having made my selection, I take my wine to the counter.
“Will that be all today?”, I am asked by the darkly attractive, slim-hipped young woman in attendance.
“Nine-ninety, thank you”, and I hand over my money and receive my change.
“Would you like a bhaarg with that?”, she inquires.
“Sorry … ?”
“What … ?”
“I … “
And she points at a pile of plastic carry bags near the register.
I stare, briefly dumbfounded.
“Uh … No … Thanks”, I mumble, and I take my bottle and I take my leave, and as I wander the few blocks back to my home, I find myself wondering, “Is it me?”
For I did not know a “bag” had become a “bharg”.
But now I do.
Here endeth the lesson.