Write about: the premium.
Safe and sound in Vancouver, happy to be with old friends again.
Having trouble staying awake, so I'll save anything more for another day.
"That's the finest wine we carry, sir." The waiter wouldn't meet my eye when he said it, preferring instead to focus on the notepad in his hand. "I highly recommend that you try it."
"Really." I looked at the wine list again. "So you've had some yourself then?"
"Oh, no sir."
"That is correct, sir."
A sigh escaped my lips but I managed to refrain from massaging my temples.
"And why is that?"
"Well, sir," he replied slowly, as though I were the slow one, "I couldn't possibly afford it."