Signs I should have stayed in bed
Category: Just Plain Silly...
Posted Friday, May 27, 2005 at 09:19 AM [GMT-6]

The young lady bagging my groceries this morning asked if I wanted the milk in a plastic bag. I said yes and told her it made it easier to handle.

I pulled into the garage and grabbed a half dozen of the plastic bags from the back of the car. As I walked toward the door to the house, something out of the ordinary occurred: the strap on one of the bags broke and it fell to the concrete. It contained, of course, the gallon of milk in an obviously non-shatter resistant plastic jug. Fat-free went everywhere, splattering the garage wall (it does match the paint, sort of) and creating a nice little dairy stream out into the driveway. "Well, gosh," I exclaimed in my best Napoleon Dynamite impersonation, as I picked up the rapidly-emptying cracked container and tossed it onto the driveway before it could void itself completely inside the garage.

After I unloaded the rest of the groceries, I inspected what I thought was a money-saving coupon, but which in reality was a notice informing me that I was not a winner in some unspecified game. Yeah, tell me something I don't already know.

At least I didn't title this post "Crying over spilt milk."

Random thought. Wonder if I'll notice anything peculiar in the garage during the next 100° day?