Yesterday, I had a hard time all day long.  I contribute it to being a Monday, but it was more than that. It started out innocently enough, with my swiss cheese bag that wouldn’t close. You know sometimes how you have trouble?  How there’s a little air pocket in the side and it causes it not to be lined up right and screws the whole track up?  It was like that. Or so I thought.  I started really looking at it after about four tries, and realized the whole blamed zipper side was gone, it was all connected on one side and open.  Dang.  I didn’t have time to fool with it, so I threw it back in the drawer and away I flew.  I made some waffles, and went to pour me a tall glass of milk…and there was none.  I knew we were low….evidence of Johnny fixing himself a bowl of cereal in the sink.  He NEVER eats cereal before he goes to work.  Oh well. A minor inconvenience, right? I drank water.  He texts me on his way home that he’s gonna stop for a gallon.  Great.  I’d already forgotten about it at this point.  I get home and awhile later, I hear him in the kitchen grumbling.  “What’s wrong?”

He’s pouring milk in the sink, spitting, & looking thoroughly disgusted. “This milk has already gone bad!! I just got it!”

Mayfield 2%, dated November 8th.  Yesterday was the 3rd.  You remember awhile back when this happened to me, but with Weigel’s brand.  But it had been opened a few days.

“Did you drink it?”

“No, look, I noticed it when I was pouring it in my mug.”  He proceeds to pour a little more out in the sink.  I see a multitude of chunks.  GROSS.  It didn’t smell that strongly, though.  Weird. 

“You got your receipt?”

“No, I’m sure I threw it out as soon as I came out the door.  I always do, because there’s usually a trash can right there.” It was the gas station on Boyds Creek right there at Deerfield.

“Well, just take it back in the morning.  They might remember you.”

“And do what with it all day? It can’t sit in my truck, the new one would go bad. And obviously, I can’t take it after, it would be hot & they’d be like, ‘yeahhh….’ It’s not worth it, it’s just five dollars.  I’d spend more in gas.  It’s out of the way.  The only reason I went that way today is because I went by Floyd’s for that gun oil.”

“Well, I’ll run it by there in the morning.  I’ll stick it in the fridge at work.  I wish you could find your receipt, though.”

Lo and behold, he came up with it, crammed in between the seat.  Miracle of miracles. 

So I was fixing baked potatoes & opened the sour cream……

oh no……

Little red dots all over the top.  Are you kidding me?!?!? Johnny was gonna have a meltdown. 

At least the butter was good.

So this morning, I take off, veering from my traditional route to deal with this milk.  After two drug addicts (looked like, anyway) had it out over chocolate doughnuts, and a shady looking character in a suit & beanie got waited on, it was my turn.  The dothead (if you’re seeking politically correct posts, you are on the wrong page) couldn’t hardly understand me, but I got my point across & she tells me the milkman came yesterday, that it should be fine now, to open it & smell it before I left.  I would have preferred drinking it, but she didn’t offer me a cup, and now I was running late.  I saw there was still a few gallons dated 11-8, but I wisely picked one labeled 11-15.  It had an odor, but I detected no chunks.  She wouldn’t give me my receipt back, but if this was bad, I’d probably just burn her establishment to the ground & be done with it (I’m KIDDING….)I had pretty much decided they were trying to save energy & not keeping their coolers cold enough.  I don’t know if Mayfield checks them, but I’m sure if I contacted them they would reinburse me. Anyway, I get to work, pour me a little out, & carefully sip.

It’s ok.  Yay.

And that’s the story of the day the dairy went bad.  It was a bad day for me.