A Monday afternoon non sequitur.
Middle-Aged Coworker: Don’t get too sophisticated.
Penny looks up from her desk to see MAC peeking around her door frame.
Is this about my outfit? Because I know that the rest of you all wear jeans but I like to look nice.
MAC: You don’t want to get too sophisticated because no one will want to date you.
MAC: Yea, you go out and order wine and the guys won’t want to date you anymore.
Lightbulb! He’s talking about that book of wine essays I was reading at lunch last week. Thank you, context.
Penny: Oh, yes. Wine can be an expensive habit of sophistication.
MAC: Let me tell you this really long and not at all interesting story about the time I was out with a bunch of colleagues and someone had the brilliant idea to order wine and the rest of us trusted him to make a moderate decision but really he ordered $150 Chianti.
Penny: That’s awful…
Except not because didn’t you check to see what he was ordering?!
MAC: So, don’t get sophisticated about wine because word will get out and no one will want to date you.
Penny: Well, I will try to keep my wine sophistication strictly within the confines of moderately priced vintages.