So yesterday it was all nice and sunny and I decided to walk over to Hayes Valley to return something and just enjoy the good weather. When I move I will probably spend very little time in this area anymore — I don’t find it as charming as many people do. Basically it’s a two-block strip of extremely pricey boutiques, surrounded by an abandoned freeway offramp and public housing. Ah, SF.

ANYHOO, after I ran my errand I was hungry and decided to stop at this weird little market to get some bread to make a tuna melt. In the store I got a hankering and also bought a pint of double-chocolate milk. Mmmm.

Walked home and before Six Feet Under came on at six (east coast feed!), I made my early dinner. I was super hungry. I pulled the bottle of chocolate milk out of the fridge, shook it up, and twisted off the cap. It was then that I noticed how easily it slipped off without the usual crack of the plastic ring.

Hmm. I was pissed. I really, really wanted that damn chocolate milk. But this one seemed to have already been opened. I smelled it. I pondered. I poured a little into the sink. Looked ok. In fact the bottle was totally full when opened. I poured the rest into a glass. Looked at it, smelled it some more.

Then I went into the living room to eat my sammich and drink my choclit milk, by god.

I’m not dead or having violent bowel problems, so looks like I’m in the clear!

BUT FOR HOW LONG???