Milk here is sold in the weirdest sizes. The largest size is just a bit bigger than a half gallon, so we're always in need of milk (maybe that's why they call a convenience store a 'dairy'). Today I picked up that small jug, the rest of the items on the list, and headed home. It was so sunshiny and beautiful outside today, I was enjoying the warm sun and the relaxed walk. I was literally, three steps away from the driveway leading up to the flat, when SPLAT! The milk goes flying out of the bottom of the flimsy plastic grocery sack and lands on the ground with a thud and a puddle. Oh no! It was my very own 'Kevin-in-Home-Alone-bringing-home-the-groceries-after-his-very-own-shopping-trip-when-the-bags-break-and-everything-falls-out' moment. I had always joked about this happening, had nightmares even, and here it is happening to me, in front of passing traffic. I quickly grabbed the jug, surveyed the damage, couldn't see anything (must've been a tiny tiny hole) and headed for the door, brainstorming what I was going to do to salvage the milk. My survey of the damage proved worthless, as all of a sudden milk is dripping down my arm, onto my pants, and splashing my toes. I took a milk bath and bolted for the door. I struggled to get my keys out of my purse with my dry hand and maneuver the door open with both hands (1 for the lock and 1 for the doorknob...so frustrating). I came into the kitchen, dropped everything in a frenzy, and poured the new milk into the old jug, and tried not to think about how that was borderline repulsive (I am finicky about milk).
That was my adventure today. But don't worry, I was laughing most of the time! There's no reason to cry over spilled milk!!!
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