In wine there is truth, and adventure

Yesterday my chest was hurting for no reason what so ever. So I decided that I need some red wine cause they say all purple things are good for your heart. So I walked down to this place called GreenBlatts Deli. Walked in and said "I just want a glass of wine" they were kind of nice to inform me that of course I could have some wine, I just needed to sit down. So I sit. I gander over the menu for a few minutes until the lovely Emily came up and asked what I wanted... Me: I was kind of thinking of getting a glass of wine, but I notice that the prices for the bottle aren't too different. Waitress: Yeah they are not too far off, but I know that wine is good (points it out on the Menu) I mean hey, it's a adventure. And boom there it was, they key word... Adventure. This waitress had seemingly and unknowingly just tempted and pretty much pushed my buttons. If this were the wild west I would have considered this a complete challenge and I'd be going toe to toe with a gunslinger... So we resume... Me: Oh I didn't want a whole bottle though. Waitress: It's okay you can take it home with you, we will cork it up and send you on your way. Interesting I thought, cool little establishment they had going. So there I was, sitting solo style at GreenBlatts having a glass of wine. I observed the many people around me and started to make some life decisions and conclusions. I dropped in on many conversations to see what people were talking about, watched two girls get drunk and spin there wine like it was being sucked in a vacuum, and I proceeded to drink 75 percent of the bottle. So I haven't had red wine in a moment, and sitting alone I didn't feel too tipsy. At one point in my deep thought of my wine drinking my waitress asked me if I was okay, cause apparently when I think I get this possessed look of disturbance written on my face. I was fine. On several occasions I was passed and shot the looking eye by a few gay men. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I am however straight yet I think I am mistaken for gay more times than not. I made the adult decision and I said- "I'm going to leave" I asked my waitress for the bill, she left to get it. Now lets pause for a second... Remember my contemplation of a glass or a bottle and it was my waitress who told me to go bottle. She told me I could just "Take it Home with me" Well as I was waiting I corked the bottle myself, sat with my cash in hand and waited. She came back with the check and a brown bag for the bottle of wine. I look at the check and see something funny, something unexpected... a weird fee. 10.95- for the bottle 5.95- corkage fee Corkage fee? What the hell? Why am I paying half the price of my bottle of wine to put the hat back on the bottle? What the f? I looked over my bill and the extra fee and a few thoughts and conclusions came to me... 1) was this woman supposed to tell me about the fee. I guess if she mentioned the corkage fee in the beginning I would have either a) acted like it wasn't a big deal and payed it anyway to avoid me looking awkward or b) drank the entire bottle to avoid it 2) this woman who was seemingly very nice and who was obviously busy wasn't nice like I thought- she was nice for the money, she was in it for a extra 6 dollars. 3) Should I say something? 4) Should I uncork and have her do it herself to prove my point. 5) And here is the part that got me. She misled my adventure. My adventure was not supposed to go like this... My adventure wasn't supposed to have a extra 6 dollars attached to it. So I did what I feel anyone would do. I avoided the confrontation (this time) I took out my 20 and payed the 17.81 bill. Took my bottle and walked out very fast, and very upset. I walked past the gay men, the two girls I observed, and the new couple who were waiting for a seat for ten minutes. All of them could see my anger, or was it just that I was now drunk? Red Wine drunk... the worst of all of them. I ended up walking home, I called my mom like a kid and complained. She listened as mom's do, but she lives 2,000 miles away, and I am 25 years old. She can't do anything. I walked, pondering the intention of the girl and how to handle the situation... And all I can conclude that many internal questions I thought were answered were just delayed with the spiderweb of questions spread from just one singular question. Somehow life became a little more confusing yet clearer at the same time. Greenbaltts and wine did it... somehow, some way. It's the fable of the Red Wine Adventure. Josh