I would ask her to write down exactly how she felt, in pen, on a napkin in pen. In return, I would pay full price for the bowl if she would give me the napkin with it. I would then have the shards framed, in beautiful non-reflective glass with the napkin framed next to it, hopefully in tear-stained pen strokes describing watching her art destroyed and the drunk old man not giving a #### about the one thing that gives her life meaning, and have it hand delivered to the old man's door so that he can look at it every day and remember what a #### he is.Just got back from some wine tasting in the Sedona area, thanks to an excellent recommendation from @Zow.
At the last place, we had just arrived and were saddling up to the bar when we heard a huge crash. Turned out some elderly fellow (older than Tanner) had somehow - and I'm thinking it might be the wine - mistaken a display of handmade bowls for the door, and had tugged on this display until it fell down, breaking four bowls.
The wine-pourin' lady rushed over practically in tears, and old Tanner guy said, "Should I pay you for this?" She mumbled something and then noticed he had a cut on his hand from one of the broken bowls. After she got tended to his wound, compressing on it and giving him band-aids, he half-heartedly offered again to pay something, to which she said - and it was said in a clearly sorrowful fashion - "No, don't worry about it."
Two questions:
1. Doesn't any actual human being insist on paying for damage in this situation?
2. If you witnessed all this, followed by the wine-lady telling you, practically in tears, that the bowls were priced at $200 total, and she had handmade them and that was money directly out of her pocket (i.e., not some marked up crap being sold by the winery), what would you do in this situation? Assume old guy is still within your reasonable reach, nearing his car. Also assume you are not drunk because you were the driver for the day ( :( ).
No one says that but filthy hobos.you know how they say you can't smell your own body odor
well, i just changed in to my running clothes at the office.. holy #### do i stink. these are freshly laundered articles of clothing. i'm repulsed by my own odor.
Unsurprisingly, it seems we think alike.I would ask her to write down exactly how she felt, in pen, on a napkin in pen. In return, I would pay full price for the bowl if she would give me the napkin with it. I would then have the shards framed, in beautiful non-reflective glass with the napkin framed next to it, hopefully in tear-stained pen strokes describing watching her art destroyed and the drunk old man not giving a #### about the one thing that gives her life meaning, and have it hand delivered to the old man's door so that he can look at it every day and remember what a #### he is.
I'd actually do all of that, but keep it. Weird insight into me: I actually have a few things like this.Unsurprisingly, it seems we think alike.
ETA: Especially about the UV protective glass.
A few things:Just got back from some wine tasting in the Sedona area, thanks to an excellent recommendation from @Zow.
At the last place, we had just arrived and were saddling up to the bar when we heard a huge crash. Turned out some elderly fellow (older than Tanner) had somehow - and I'm thinking it might be the wine - mistaken a display of handmade bowls for the door, and had tugged on this display until it fell down, breaking four bowls.
The wine-pourin' lady rushed over practically in tears, and old Tanner guy said, "Should I pay you for this?" She mumbled something and then noticed he had a cut on his hand from one of the broken bowls. After she tended to his wound, compressing on it and giving him band-aids, he half-heartedly offered again to pay something, to which she said - and it was said in a clearly sorrowful fashion - "No, don't worry about it."
Two questions:
1. Doesn't any actual human being insist on paying for damage in this situation?
2. If you witnessed all this, followed by the wine-lady telling you, again practically in tears, that the bowls were priced at $200 total, and she had handmade them and that was money directly out of her pocket (i.e., not some marked up crap being sold by the winery), what would you do in this situation? Assume old guy is still within your reasonable reach, nearing his car. Also assume you are not drunk because you were the driver for the day ( :( ).
1. I'm more about hiking than drinking on this trip. I did get to taste a little, but just had to be careful.A few things:
1. You had the connection and you were still the driver?
2. Wait, are you still there? I have free wine tastings I could hook you up with at the Oak creek Vineyards. I forgot to say something.
3. Bowls... Javalina Leap?
1) she let him off the hook. most people don't take responsibility for their own actions these days. once there was a way out, he took it.Just got back from some wine tasting in the Sedona area, thanks to an excellent recommendation from @Zow.
At the last place, we had just arrived and were saddling up to the bar when we heard a huge crash. Turned out some elderly fellow (older than Tanner) had somehow - and I'm thinking it might be the wine - mistaken a display of handmade bowls for the door, and had tugged on this display until it fell down, breaking four bowls.
The wine-pourin' lady rushed over practically in tears, and old Tanner guy said, "Should I pay you for this?" She mumbled something and then noticed he had a cut on his hand from one of the broken bowls. After she tended to his wound, compressing on it and giving him band-aids, he half-heartedly offered again to pay something, to which she said - and it was said in a clearly sorrowful fashion - "No, don't worry about it."
Two questions:
1. Doesn't any actual human being insist on paying for damage in this situation?
2. If you witnessed all this, followed by the wine-lady telling you, again practically in tears, that the bowls were priced at $200 total, and she had handmade them and that was money directly out of her pocket (i.e., not some marked up crap being sold by the winery), what would you do in this situation? Assume old guy is still within your reasonable reach, nearing his car. Also assume you are not drunk because you were the driver for the day ( :( ).
Great storyJust got back from some wine tasting in the Sedona area, thanks to an excellent recommendation from @Zow.
At the last place, we had just arrived and were saddling up to the bar when we heard a huge crash. Turned out some elderly fellow (older than Tanner) had somehow - and I'm thinking it might be the wine - mistaken a display of handmade bowls for the door, and had tugged on this display until it fell down, breaking four bowls.
The wine-pourin' lady rushed over practically in tears, and old Tanner guy said, "Should I pay you for this?" She mumbled something and then noticed he had a cut on his hand from one of the broken bowls. After she tended to his wound, compressing on it and giving him band-aids, he half-heartedly offered again to pay something, to which she said - and it was said in a clearly sorrowful fashion - "No, don't worry about it."
Two questions:
1. Doesn't any actual human being insist on paying for damage in this situation?
2. If you witnessed all this, followed by the wine-lady telling you, again practically in tears, that the bowls were priced at $200 total, and she had handmade them and that was money directly out of her pocket (i.e., not some marked up crap being sold by the winery), what would you do in this situation? Assume old guy is still within your reasonable reach, nearing his car. Also assume you are not drunk because you were the driver for the day ( :( ).
i'm not sure what that says about me thenNo one says that but filthy hobos.
Buy the broken ones. What the hell are you going to do with some hand-made bowl from Sedona? Display it, at best. But the broken one isn't just a bowl. It's a moment in time. It's art. It's like a photograph, but of an actual expression of emotions - the embarrassment of the old man, your own nervousness of seeing it break, the despair of the artist actually watching it shatter but having to hold it all in so she doesn't get yelled at by her manager for being upset that it's broken. It's a collection of shards that tells a story of class struggle, and the failure of humanity, and your own desire to hold onto that moment more than as just a memory.1) she let him off the hook. most people don't take responsibility for their own actions these days. once there was a way out, he took it.
2) see above. i'm not going to get involved between the two of them in any way. i might buy a bowl out of compassion. they didn't cost her $200 to make.![]()
this would imply that i like to talk to people...Buy the broken one. What the hell are you going to do with some hand-made bowl from Sedona that costs $200? Display it, at best. But the broken one isn't just a bowl. It's a moment in time. It's art. It's like a photograph, but of an actual expression of emotions - the embarrassment of the old man, your own nervousness of seeing it break, the despair of the artist actually watching it shatter but having to hold it all in so she doesn't get yelled at by her manager for being upset that it's broken. It's a collection of shards that tells a story of class struggle, and the failure of humanity, and your own desire to hold onto that moment more than as just a memory.
And a great conversation piece, as an aside.
Right. Obviously. You'd be crazy to spend time talking to yourself about it. That would just be weird.this would imply that i like to talk to people...
WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?GOOD!
Yeah, from the shards they looked a lot like top middle.
So... did you buy them?WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?![]()
Yeah, from the shards they looked a lot like top middle.
Buy a #### ton of wine from her, feel immediately better about her financial position, and then drink until you forget wtf happened.
Plot twist: we are still here.If I'd have known you were coming I'd have put my house up for sale so maybe we could say hi.
Good to hear. My wife and I really like the Oak Creek vineyard the best, even though it's the least flashy. We belong to their wine club and totally dig the syrah and the zinfandel. Always hit all 4 vineyards though (was the eccentric New Yorker working at the Apache Ranch one? She's crazy fun) and it's almost always our first stop when we get to Sedona. Very happy that you enjoyed it.1. I'm more about hiking than drinking on this trip. I did get to taste a little, but just had to be careful.
2. Still here until Friday! We went to Oak Creek today. Some really good stuff. Actually surprisingly good wines here. Thank you for the recommendation as I never would have thought of it!
3. You're good.![]()
Go down to Oak Creek Canyon at L'Auberge Resort and have a glass of wine. It's lovely.Plot twist: we are still here.
Fire pits at the Hilton in Oak Creek, with a glass of Oak Creek Amber, are also quite delightful.Go down to Oak Creek Canyon at L'Auberge Resort and have a glass of wine. It's lovely.
her?Good to hear. My wife and I really like the Oak Creek vineyard the best, even though it's the least flashy. We belong to their wine club and totally dig the syrah and the zinfandel. Always hit all 4 vineyards though (was the eccentric New Yorker working at the Apache Ranch one? She's crazy fun) and it's almost always our first stop when we get to Sedona. Very happy that you enjoyed it.
Sad to hear about those bowls. I can picture them and they're really nice. However, I'm going to toss something out there, or more so tell a story, which may or may not be relevant to your situation, as I don't know if the bowl lady was one of the culprits here, and it may or may not help you feel better.
Several months ago I played in a softball tournament in Cottonwood. Drove up from Phoenix with a good buddy of mine and we had wisely set up our wives and kids back in the valley with a planned day. We got bounced early from the tournament. We had time to kill and, because we are completely comfortable with our sexualities, decided to head up to the vineyards to do some wine tasting before heading back (also hit the brewery in Camp Verde for dinner). We did this under the auspice of claiming to get a couple bottles of wine for our wives. We get to Javalina Leap and since my buddy's wife really likes their zin and I was getting at least a bottle of something myself we intended to spend some decent money there in total. Now bear in mind we are wearing goofy softball attire, probably semi-covered in dirt, and are two average looking dudes in their mid-30s. But, we get in there, head to the tasting bar (there's maybe like two other groups there doing tastings), and stand there waiting. There are two servers working. They are casually tending to other guests and we're relaxed and looking at the wine menu, so we really don't think of much until we're standing for what was probably like 20 minutes. The ladies sort of glance over to us, but make zero effort to come help us. Another group comes in and one of the ladies helps them immediately. Another group follows and the other lady helps them. At this point, it's blatantly obvious we've been pre-judged. My buddy is steaming. I finally pull a large bill out of my pocket and, in the least douchy way possible, hold it out and give a friendly wave to one of the servers who was one her phone. Finally, she comes over and asks if she can help us. I tell her we were planning on doing a tasting. She responds with, "oh, you guys actually want to drink wine?" My buddy had to leave from losing it. Total snobbery on their part. So, if one of them was bowl-lady, I still feel badly. But not that badly.
That was my first impulse, though I was thinking I'd pay for half or something. Then I thought I'd just buy some intact bowls so she'd have a sale.So... did you buy them?
He was old and slow, so even though a few minutes had passed he wasn't in his car yet. Didn't realize until I reached him that he was with a very big younger guy and a very tiny younger woman, but I talked to the three of them and explained that I knew he wanted to do the right thing - that he probably just didn't have all the info, that these were made by the woman in question and the money came out of her pocket, not the winery's. He said he'd offered to pay, and I explained that she was just being nice when she said it was OK but that she was extremely upset. Immediately the tiny woman and the big guy agreed that they should do something. I told the old guy he didn't need to give her the whole $200, but that if he had some cash on him and could just offer her anything, I thought it would make them both feel a lot better. He pulled out his wallet and started to give me money, and I said no, let's go back up there together.
You're much nicer than I am.That was my first impulse, though I was thinking I'd pay for half or something. Then I thought I'd just buy some intact bowls so she'd had a sale.
But instead I went and talked to the guy.He was old and slow, so even though a few minutes had passed he wasn't in his car yet. Didn't realize until I reached him that he was with a very big younger guy and a very tiny younger woman, but I talked to the three of them and explained that I knew he wanted to do the right thing - that he probably just didn't have all the info, that these were made by the woman in question and the money came out of her pocket, not the winery's. He said he'd offered to pay, and I explained that she was just being nice when she said it was OK but that she was extremely upset. Immediately the tiny woman and the big guy agreed that they should do something. I told the old guy he didn't need to give her the whole $200, but that if he had some cash on him and could just offer her anything, I thought it would make them both feel a lot better. He pulled out his wallet and started to give me money, and I said no, let's go back up there together.
So he gave her $60, and she was super happy.
Mr krista told me he thought I was a closer, and a closer would have gotten her $300.![]()
Not always. Actual conversation that I was told occurred while I was gone:You're much nicer than I am.
Yeah, this is a much better solution than buying some dumb bowls. And buying broken bowls? Eff that ess.Buy a #### ton of wine from her, feel immediately better about her financial position, and then drink until you forget wtf happened.
My guess is they're all in cahoots and it's a total scam to prey on rubes and get them to buy something out of sympathy
This is the confusing part of the story. I've been pretty drunk once or twice. I'm even willing to bet that I've been drunker than the old guy was when this happened. For the life of me, I can't see how this guy mistook a shelf full of bowls for a door. It had to have been a trap that was set up to trick old people into buying bowls.You know, it's not just the elderly who can mistake a $200 stack of artisan bowls for a door handle.![]()
harsh, but fairMr krista told me he thought I was a closer, and a closer would have gotten her $300.![]()