Mr. Castorini

I swear to you all, Mr. Castorini from Moonstruck came into my office today. If you don't know who that is, go rent the movie and cue to the scene where Mr. Castorini (a plumber) is talking about pipes (I can't find it on youtube or I would have posted it here) . If you don't want to do that, I'll give you the second best I can do. This little speech:



"There's three kinds of pipes. There's aluminum, which is garbage and you can see where that's gotten you. Then there's bronze, which is good - unless something goes wrong. Something always goes wrong. And then there's copper. Which is the only pipe I use. It costs money. It costs money because it SAVES money."



Given by this guy with a old school New York Italian accent:






This will give you some indication of the little man that came in here today to try and show us the benefits of using his product in our office (only his accent was obviously Boston Italian). He was approximately 200 years old, and from the moment he opened his mouth I thought of this scene from this movie. And then he ACTUALLY STARTED TALKING ABOUT COPPER PIPES. It took every ounce of my willpower to keep a straight, professional face and not totally break out into laughter. It made my day. I love it when movie characters come to life!

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In other news, last night my company had a dinner (a belated holiday dinner) that involved a wine tasting and food at a French restaurant. I learned all about how to actually taste wine and try to pick out all the different flavors so I feel pretty prepared to be snooty and wine-snobby at any given moment. In all seriousness, it was pretty great, and I actually started to pick out flavors myself by the end of it (I used to always secretly think people were full of crap when they said they could do that). The food was delicious, I tried escargots for the first time in my life (which I would not have done had they not been placed directly in front of me to be paired with the wine when I was sitting right next to the president of the company and trying to make a good impression) and I have to tell you that they were completely delicious. Let's be honest, I'll never actually order them, but at least I feel confident that if I were ever somewhere fancy and they were presented I know that they're ok and I won't want to immediately spit them back out and make a total fool of myself (but let me be clear: if I was ever actually in a fancy place I would definitely make a total fool of myself, just not with the escargots).