July 23rd, 2008
|09:35 am - and the mini metro people are usually good about shelf rotation|
There is an old proverb of exotic origin which states "Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you for the rest of the day."
Written, no doubt, by a true sage (and frog gourmet, apparently.)
But no sage has ever started a proverb with "Take a healthy swig from a bottle of sour chocolate milk, gag, then check the cap to find that the expiration date was July 17 first thing in the morning..."
But then again, perhaps finishing that sentence is gonna jinx things up something fierce.
Sour milk is a particular phobia of mine, to the point that if the milk I'm drinking is even the smallest bit debatable, down the drain it goes. Bleeaaagh.
I've always said that proverb as "... and nothing worse will happen to either of you for the rest of the day." It's more true for the frog.
Sour chocolate milk. The only chocolate I'll refuse to consume.
Hmm. Mine says Jul 22, and hasn't been opened. That's a SELL BY date, right? *makes sure to sniff first*
Yes, sell-by means "Sell it by" and it also means "and don't forget to drink it at least a few days after you buy it."
The one I had today was in the store's cooler with the expired date on it. A store could get into a lot of trouble with the Helf Dept cause of a thing like that. But I like this store and it's the first time they ever messed up on me so I forgive easily.
I mean, any store where the workers once offered me free cats after Martha died is a store I would continue to visit.
Maybe the helpful market people stocked specially for you because they think you're Tenctonese? Best clear that up.
I am moving, thus horribly depriving myself of having gone up to see you again, a result of economic strugglin' and automobile failure over the course of several years. It is sad, except that I saved a lot of money and I will be living with my now fiancee(!!!). I note this because I was looking through my things, and DAS SPATCH, I have found something of yours that has been tucked away for some time. I would feel remiss in keeping it for yet another transfer of personal possessions. You should e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org so that I can get mail that out to you before I hit the road Sunday.
On the plus side, if you ever want to come ride Timbers or stop by Indiana Beach, I am, to some extent, surprisingly central to both now. And instead of sharing a house with family, dogg, this is our crib. Like a real house! With three bedrooms and everything!