Milk

Imagine a 4 pint bottle of milk nestling in the bottom of your fridge – now forget about it for at least 6 weeks. Now imagine finding it again. The plastic bottle is now swollen and bloated – the contents resemble a thin watery ivory coloured liquid at the top and at the bottom a solid mass of globby goo, some of which has gone pink. You look at it, you examine it closely for some time, you hold it up to the light, you feel the unfamiliar roundness of it’s shape, you wonder if it’s maybe past it’s sell by date, but you can’t quite read the date on it – so just to be sure you wave the thing in front of your wife’s face saying, “Do you think this is past it?”

What answer do you think you might get?
Would you look ‘disappointed’ with the terse ‘Yes.”
A couple of hours later when recounting this sour little tale, how much would the aforementioned wife wish she’d actually said, “I’m not sure, why not taste it and see?”
And how would you dispose of the offending “liquid”?
You see, if I had found it, I’d have dumped the whole unopened lot in the wheelie bin. I certainly wouldn’t have spent the next 20 minutes trying to push it down the sink.