Today I hate when I ask for a glass of Zinfandel and I receive a glass of White Zinfandel.* This happened last night at a Mile High Sci Fi screening/ridiculing of Timecop. I politely told the waiter that I had ordered a glass of Zinfandel, and he looked confused. "But this is the only Zinfandel we have," he said, gesturing at the glass of pink wine-like substance in front of me. "Except for the other one, and that one is dark red."
*It's easy to tell the difference between Zin and White Zin. Zinfandel is a deep red wine, bold and jammy, with hearty notes of berry and spice. White Zinfandel is pink swill favored by teenagers looking to graduate from Boone's Farm.