I have mentioned I attract weird people...LOL
SO .... tonight I go to the local upscale grocery store near my house.  It is called publix for all you folk out west.  I go to the wine section to get some white wine for Chicken Saltimboca.  I am chatting it up on the phone when out of the corner of my eye I can see this guy pointing to his HUGE jug of Sangria.  I am thinking DON"T make eye contact.  TOOOO late.  I get off the phone and in less then 15 seconds I got this whole life story.  It appears that this young guy has been hitting the wine already.  BUT WAIT I have yet to tell you the punch line.  I learned that he is a soldier, that he drives a harley, that his wife just left him, that he comes from a rich family, he is in the Navy and he is leaving for Somalia.  I am trying to be kind after all he IS a soldier.  I am sad his wife has left him (could ya blame her)?  The whole aisle is filled with women who are witnessing the whole thing unfold like a train wreck.    Some feel obviously sorry for me and some are annoyed (rich southern types).  I myself am cornered by the big Soldier who WAIT for it.........................
He OPENS up the bottle of wine RIGHT THERE an INSISTS I try it. 
I am so shocked I can only think what kind of invisible sign am I wearing to deserve this?  I can see one woman on one side of the red wine section giggling.  I can see another in the white grab her wine and dash.. people at the end of the aisle are peeking in to see what is going on with the loud Harley riding drunk soldier guy.  He INSISTS over and OVER TRY IT >>> TRY IT.  I start to squirm, I wonder what the law is?  I ponder what my husband who is a local quiet physician would think of his wife drinking out of a bottle in the middle of our LOCAL NEIGHBORHOOD grocery store.  I start feeling sorry for the guy.. seconds tick by like minutes it seems.
The woman laughing who happens to be looking at reds.. says to me " I am looking away" 
I look left
I look right
I grab the bottle and drink a good drink.  I hand it back very quickly and I almost run with my cart to the meat section.
I breathe a sigh of relief.  Harley guy is gone to purchase his wine. 
THEN HE COMES BACk.
He says he is sorry.   Ok great ok bye bye mister harley drunk guy.  HAVE a nice day.... OY!!!  I am a weirdo magnet.