Core Santa Barbara Red Combo (4)

by wootbot

Sour Grapes

Smalltalk among fruit is just as aggravating. 

"Hi. My name's Core Grenache. Nice to meet you."

"Hi there. Name's Bosc. Pleasure. Where are you from originally?"

"Santa Barbara, California."

"Oh, nice. And you're a…"

"Grape. I'm a grape."

"Figured. I'm a pear myself. From just outside Seattle."

"Oh nice, how is it up there?"

"Great. I mean, once you get past the rain…"

"Yeah, Santa Barbara's got you beat there. It's nice all the time."

"Oh yeah, I don't know if I could handle that."

"Really?"

"No way. I love a good rainy day cuddled up on the couch."

"Do you really think that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you really enjoy 9 months of dreary weather, or is that just the mental bulwark you've built to justify your decision to live there?"

"You venture into impertinence, ma'am!"

"I'm just saying. It's 75 and sunny ever day in Santa Barbara. Yet you say you would rather live in your dreary-hole."

"I do."

"Do you really?"

"I do, yes."

"Really?"

"No. I wish I lived in Santa Barbara. You're right. Can I move there?"

"Oh no. Definitely not. The real estate is prohibitively expensive."