I caught a gallon of skim milk hiding in IGA's beer cooler last Friday night. What a wanna-be!
Or maybe someone had a moment of weakness. He waffled between milk for the baby or beer for big daddy. Beer won and milk was abandoned. In these tough economic times, priorities must be set, sacrifices have to be made.
How would you caption this picture?
What creative explanation would you give for why this milk is feeling so out of place?