Spilt Milk

I don't mess around when it comes to my cereal. I probably eat cereal for dinner 3-4 nights a week and keep inventory in my head as to whether my cupboard is stocked with options and my fridge has a gallon of skim (or 1%). When I'm reaching the end of my gallon, I keep a second so I don't risk drudging to the store to re-stock. Once I'm home for the night, I hate leaving my apartment. Especially for milk or cereal.

All I wanted when I got home today was a bowl of cereal. I don't feel well, i'm tired, and all i wanted before I go to bed was a bowl of chex. I stopped at the corner store to grab some juice to go with my cereal. There's no need for anymore supplies. I know I have at least 1/2 box of cereal and almost a full gallon of milk I bought over the weekend. I trudge home, drop my bags in my room and put on my pajamas before heading to the kitchen. After pouring a bowl of chex, I head to the fridge for my milk. It's gone. There's a glass of milk sitting on the top shelf, but my gallon is nowhere to be seen. I start yelling obscenities (I soon find out both of my roommates are not home), pull on my boots and head to the corner store. AGAIN. I will not be defeated. On the way, I call my roommate, who I felt probably had something to do with it.

Me: "Hi, my gallon of milk mysteriously disappeared."
Roomie: "Oh, yeah. It started leaking like crazy. I saved a glass for you."
Me: "I saw that. Leak, huh? Well, thanks."

I'm not in the mood for accusations, plus I had a feeling the incident was accidental. I buy my new gallon, pour it on my cereal, and stick it in the fridge. After living in my current living situation nothing really should surprise me anymore, but still I sit and stare at a puddle of milk I see on the second shelf. I realize I left my milk on the bottom shelf. And that no gallon of milk could fit on shelf two. There are few things that are sacred in my kitchen and milk is one of them. Brutal, brutal day. At least now I can look forward to bed.