I stopped in my least favorite grocery store late tonight to pick up a few things. The guy bagging my groceries stopped when he got to my milk and rolled his eyes. “Not milk!” The cashier asked what was so wrong with milk. She added that it was probably wasn’t rude of him to say that in front of me and that it would only be rude if I were a cow. The bagger then said, “I didn’t know nobody still drank milk.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him that my visit was actually for that half-gallon of milk and the rest of my items were lagniappe.

So that’s my little shopping experience. It’s much better than talking about crime or politics. The milk is quite tasty.