I stopped in at a local store to check out their stock this evening and as I was eyeing the shelves this fella and his girl walked in and came down the bourbon aisle where I was. I heard her ask him, "How about Heaven Hill?". He replied: "What do you think I am, some sort of hillbilly?" Ha, ha, get it? Heaven Hillbilly? Hmmm.....I thought so. Anyway, something told me his wit was dull even if his sarcasm was intentional. Especially after he and she quickly brushed past the bourbon and grabbed one of those purple velvety bags with the drawstring that holds a bottle that doesn't contain bourbon. Evidently a drink for true, cultured, Tennessee non-hillbillies.
I'm not sure whether to celebrate such an attitude toward bourbon or not. The more such stigmas abound, the more bourbon there is for me and mine, but the drink deserves more respect than that. I should've confronted the guy in the parking lot and busted him over the head with my bottle of Buffalo Trace but I can think of better uses for that bottle. I also picked up a bottle of WT Rye that I could've sworn was the same bottle I saw three and a half months ago which was the last time I had been in that store. I wonder how many velvety bags passed thru that store while the WT Rye collected dust. But that is fine with me.