Fine Wine

In California’s Sonoma Valley, where vineyards cater to wine snobbery, a woman phoned the classified ad department of a newspaper. She offered for sale what sounded like “well-aged Caumeneur.”

The ad-taker was unfamiliar with that particular wine, but he was used to the infusion of French words into the local vocabulary…

“Could you please spell that?” he asked.

“You know,” said the woman impatiently, “C-o-w M-a-n-u-r-e.”