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shermaramaI'd forgotten about the milk! Until someone sidled up to me in the pub this evening and asked about the milk float. Chinese-whispers-tastic, there was no milk float, but there was some milk and some transportation.
When I was driving back from Plymouth on Monday afternoon, I pulled into a service station. Just as I was arriving in a parking space, there was another parked car to my right, and another one to the right of that which was just leaving. Now, either someone somewhere had thought this very funny or the leaving car had had a narrow escape on the way in, but in the space with the leaving car there was a four pint bottle of full-fat milk. As the car pulled away, there was one of those loud 'phlop' sort of noises as a bottle cap gives way under pressure... I saw a fountain of white stuff shoot up into the air, and a few instants later it came down again, mostly missing the car inbetween and landing all over mine, with a series of splats, like the biggest, messiest seagull shit ever. My car was thoroughly spattered with milk. You know how full-fat sticks to things, too; I went and filled a bottle of water in the service station to try and rinse it off (where I ran into other divers that had stopped there, hence the source of the whispers) but it had a limited effect, and I could only be bothered to do the windows, since the paintwork's white anyway. Thing is, I forgot all about this once we got home and got unpacked and what with all the other things this week. I really hope that all the rain this week has cleaned it off, or I'm going to have a pretty stinky car.
When I was driving back from Plymouth on Monday afternoon, I pulled into a service station. Just as I was arriving in a parking space, there was another parked car to my right, and another one to the right of that which was just leaving. Now, either someone somewhere had thought this very funny or the leaving car had had a narrow escape on the way in, but in the space with the leaving car there was a four pint bottle of full-fat milk. As the car pulled away, there was one of those loud 'phlop' sort of noises as a bottle cap gives way under pressure... I saw a fountain of white stuff shoot up into the air, and a few instants later it came down again, mostly missing the car inbetween and landing all over mine, with a series of splats, like the biggest, messiest seagull shit ever. My car was thoroughly spattered with milk. You know how full-fat sticks to things, too; I went and filled a bottle of water in the service station to try and rinse it off (where I ran into other divers that had stopped there, hence the source of the whispers) but it had a limited effect, and I could only be bothered to do the windows, since the paintwork's white anyway. Thing is, I forgot all about this once we got home and got unpacked and what with all the other things this week. I really hope that all the rain this week has cleaned it off, or I'm going to have a pretty stinky car.