I went grocery shopping once.
Well that's not really true.
The fact is I've gone grocery shopping many times before.

But this one time when I did,I rushed home
and put them all away quickly, then settled in for
some serious playing online with a few beers,
followed by watching some TV,
and dancing around the living room naked
before finally passing out on the couch
just as I have done so many times before
on any other normal evening.

We've all had uneventful days like that.
Right?

The following morning I got the urge for a glass of milk.

I washed a glass, opened the fridge, there was no milk.

I was rather puzzled.
I knew I had gotten a gallon of milk.
I never go grocery shopping without grabbing some milk.
I love milk.
Gotta have milk.

So I paced around the kitchen for a bit, then went back
and opened the fridge again as if the milk would somehow magically appear.
We've all done that.
Right?

But there was no milk.

I began to wonder if it had gotten left behind at the checkout, but hey, I live in a small town.Those people know me and they would have called and said, "Hey you forgot your milk."

Then I thought maybe I had left it in my vehichle.
Went out and looked. No milk there.

Finally, late that afternoon I whipped myself up a little snack and when I went to take a seat at the dining table, there it sat all alone in its little plastic bag right where I had left it the day before.
In the dining chair.
Pushed up under the table.
The last place I would have ever thought to look.

4 bucks right down the drain.
Gotta hate it when that happens.


Edited 8 times by 1LewdDude Feb 7 13 5:31 AM.