When I first moved to BC, I thought, hey, wtf? Where’s the bagged milk?? Turns out it doesn’t exist in BC, it’s an eastern Canada thing.
Daughter Katie and I worked on school application stuff for about half an hour last night. The rest of the time we watched Deadwood. Another convert, yeah! Then I booked the Prius to take her home. I hate putting gas in that thing, but someone’s got to do it.
Actually, there was bagged milk when I first moved here from the mysterious East. But it was never terribly popular, partly because of poor packaging practices – the bags split with annoying frequency even before you got them home – and partly because folks got tired of dealing with those drippy pitchers you had to put them in.
We had it here in the mysterious past, but I haven’t seen any since 1986.
I’ll never forget the time a buddy of Leo’s said, “Aw, these things are indestructable” and tossed it over his shoulder in Leo’s dad’s kitchen.
SPLORT.
“Hm, guess I was wrong!”
Man, there was milk on the ceiling.