Murphy’s Law. Whatever might go wrong, will.
The ground was soggy this morning so the truck with the bottles got stuck in the mud. The driver had to unload 12,000 bottle hither and yon as best one could. This afternoon the man did a last minute deal to buy a rusty forklift without a guarantee to get them inside before nightfall.
Bottling Day starts at 7 am tomorrow!
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