Earlier this week, at noon, in the kitchen:
“Did you use any of the milk? It’s bad. I was going to leave note this morning.”
Thinking back to a bowl of Trix and milk, “I…What now?”
“I said, the milk is bad.”
“The milk? I ate…That can’t be.” Turns to the fridge with a blank stare, grabs handle and shakily pulls out the milk jug.
“It smelled bad to me.”
Opens cap, gingerly moves nose ove-
“Christ! What the hell!”
“What did I tell you.”
“IT DIDN’T SMELL LIKE THIS EARLIER!”
Goes back to eating as a cover for amusement.
“I was wondering…why my Trix was a little…pungent.”
Burst of laughter, replied with a sigh.
“It’ll be okay.”
“I’m a gonna die.”
“No, that’s what the peanut butter was for.”
“Great. I’ve been conducting a makeshift immunization on myself – fantastic.”