Sangria + a bag = Profit!

"You know what we should do?" I ask.
"What?" Julie responds.
"Sell this sangria in a bag."
"Brilliant! This sangria is so good. It will be like an adult capri sun!"
"Yeah, we would have to charge like $50 dollars though because after we buy all these glasses of sangria for $6 we probably won't even fill up a bag... we need to make a profit you know."
"That's not really BARGAIN alcohol though, that's kinda what we were going for... We will have to ask the restaurant to sell it to us at a good price. Or we could make it ourselves."
"Are you kidding? We can't make this. Nothing could compare to this. We are amateurs."
"Ahh, you're right."
"We would have to empty out a bag of boxed wine and pour the sangria in."
"We should probably just drink the wine then, rather than dumping it out."
"That's very economical."
"I know."
"We could call it 'bagaria!"
"...Uhhh... we'll work on the name."
"Fine." I say. Bagaria is a great name! She doesn't know what she's talking about. It's better than Claire's idea for a name... "Sag." Yeah, right.
"Remember when we ordered a whole pitcher of sangria at Salvador Molly's for just the two of us?" Julie asks, reminiscing.
"Remember when we paid for a whole box of wine with just quarters?"

Back when Claire and I were living in Tualatin and Julie lived in Lake Oswego, Julie would come over and we would have wine nights. Unfortunately, that night we were out of wine. We sat dejectedly at our kitchen table, trying to think of a solution.

"...How many quarters do you guys have?" Claire asks. Our eyes light up and Julie begins to empty out her purse while Claire and I rush to our rooms and collect as many quarters as we can find. We then drive 2 minutes to the Fred Meyers, grab ourselves some Chardonnay in a box (because we're classy like that), and rush to the self check-out. We figure that it would be more polite to pay for the box of wine in quarters ourselves rather than make some poor check-out person do it.

So we start shoving the quarters in the machine, but it doesn't take long before we realize...
"The thingy isn't taking our quarters!" Julie cries mournfully.
"Yes, it is, but like only every other time... look," Claire says, shooting a quarter in with her finger. It falls through to the coin return. Then she shoves another one in, and it stays.

We all look at each other, then start shoving in as many quarters as we can, grabbing from the Ziploc bag we filled and alternatively from the coin return as quarters shoot out, the poor little rejects. Unsurprisingly, this process takes much longer than it would normally, as we are paying $12 with coins and only half of them are actually being accepted. We are uncontrollably giggling as we continue with our frenzied attack against the self-checkout machine, making a huge racket.

We all look up as we hear a sales clerk comes over, stare at us for a few seconds, then states, "Wow, you girls really want that wine."

"Yes ma'am. We really do." Claire says. We all grin at her, then return to our assault against the coin sucker. After about 5 whole minutes of this, we are finally successful in paying for our boxed wine, and we indulge in our reward for such fine, hard work.

Anyways, I actually need to mention that a place in Portland already makes Sangria In A Bag... Hoorah for Portland! Did I mention how much I love this ridiculous city?