I was walking past my father’s liquor cabinet and was almost to my office when there was a loud crash. I turned around, and suddenly there’s wine everywhere. I was frozen for a few seconds and then I was moving, pushing chairs away, flipping the carpet over (the stains!). I walked gingerly over broken glass and examined the mess. The second-tier of the glass shelf has come undone, and so the bottles on top of it fell. The damage: a bottle of
Merlot Cabernet Sauvignon (which is fine), and a bottle of blended Scotch whisky (which is not at all fine). Also: my mother’s small figurine animals, which was a present from my father from before I was born. Sigh.
There was no feasible explanation regarding the crash. That cabinet and that shelf has been there for years. My primary suspect: gravity. I examined the aluminium shelf brackets and they’re okay.
I just called my father and told him what happened. He was sad over the whisky, too. I don’t know if we’ll still be able to find that here. We’ve been saving that bottle for, well, something special. (
Oh, we’ve drank it before, but we’ve managed not to finish everything all in one go. Turns out we didn’t get to open this one; I had mistaken it for another bottle. So: total loss.)
These were left standing, in the end:
My father collects only a few things in his life: James Bond DVDs, old coins, paperback thrillers, wine and spirits, among others. I was very sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Now to hunt for that damn bottle as replacement.
Good morning, M.