Oh Saturdays at work...you are so boring. But this Saturday...this very Saturday, you chose to be not just boring but cruel! Here I am, minding my own business, when a pang of hunger strikes me. "I'll go to the fridge at get my granola bar" I think (Don't ask why I refridgerate my granola bar...I just do). I reach in to get said granola bar and a foul odor reaches my nose. This smell isn't foreign to me though, it has been lingering in the fridge for a week or so now. But I don't think much of it...there is hardly anything in the fridge, so what could it be? I close the door and my conscience hits me hard on the head and tells me to go figure out what that rank odor is. Sigh, ok...I kneel down, look to the back, back BACK of the fridge and what do I see? An innocent bottle of milk. Did I say innocent? I meant ominous. This can't be good. I daringly reach in and grab it...uh oh, it's leaking a little bit....hold it up to my nose like an idiot. And then it hits me. Oh how it hits me. This milk smells like all hell has been residing in this bottle for a month and everyone in it has been partying and throwing up. Fun for them. Not for me.
This is where is gets fun...I don't normally have a gag reflex, but then, I gagged. Oh how I gagged. It was painful, painful gagging. I run to the trash can to throw this piece of devilry away and while doing so, I glance at the expiration date....MARCH. I kid you not. 3 MONTHS ago. That's gross. There's another bottle of milk in the fridge, too. It expried in April. Also gross, but the lid was on tight so it didn't kill me. Why couldn't it have just turned to yogurt like other bad milk does?! It would have been delicious instead of gag-inducing!
After this terrible incident, I am going to propose a plan...a plan to end all sour milk incidents in the future. Whosever milk that is...they have to drink it. All of it.
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