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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;SBSVC, post: 94486, member: 136&quot;]The idea of “very thin glass” wine glasses brings back a funny, but not-so-terribly-pleasant memory of something that happened to me in the late 1970’s…</p><p><br /></p><p>I had made a new “friend” thru the local Junior League. (I should have known better, based on that statement, alone.) I’ll call my new friend Deborah (since that was her name!)</p><p><br /></p><p>Deborah wanted to have a dinner party, but she didn’t know how to cook. We had a number of mutual friends, all of whom she planned to invite to her party. Since I love to cook, have been cooking since I was a little kid, and have never met a recipe I couldn’t master, I volunteered to help.</p><p><br /></p><p>Well, “help” translated into “do it all”.&nbsp; In truth, as far as the cooking was concerned, that really didn’t bother me. The poor girl was so inept that I put her to work at the stove, stirring a custard filling for the profiteroles. I turned the stove down <i>very, very </i>low, and I left her there, stirring the custard, for some 45 minutes, which kept her out of my hair.</p><p><br /></p><p>Anyway, after a VERY successful dinner, I stuck around to help clean up. (Heaven knows why!)&nbsp; As I was hand-washing a very delicate wine glass, the darned thing broke into pieces in my hand, and I started bleeding into the sink…</p><p><br /></p><p>Forget the fact that I was injured. “I can’t believe you broke one of my special glasses! You’re going to have to replace it!” exclaimed dear Deborah. Oh, crud. Not only was I doing her clean-up (as well as her cooking!) but now I had to replace her stupid wine glass, too? I was seeing RED – and dollar signs, as well.</p><p><br /></p><p>Just coincidentally, the very next day, one of my sisters stopped by on her way from FL north to NYC. For whatever reason, my sister really, really, really wanted to go to Pier One Imports. I had never been to the local Pier One, but that day, we went. </p><p><br /></p><p>Well, guess what I saw at Pier One? Yes, it was an entire display of dear Deborah’s super-special, super-thin glass wine glasses – for $2.99 each!</p><p><br /></p><p>Against my better judgment, I spent $2.99 (plus tax) and I bought Deborah a replacement: a brand new, oh-so-special, super thin, glass wine glass. I dropped it off at the front desk at her apartment building, with a lovely note, thanking her for “inviting” me to her delightful dinner party.</p><p><br /></p><p>Shortly thereafter, I also quit the Junior League, and I never saw dear Deborah again...</p><p><br /></p><p>-C-[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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