Years ago in high school one of my friends overheard someone say: “you know what I hate? When you get some apples, and some milk.”
That’s it. I told this to my kids years ago, and we still say it to each other (or mix and match, “when you get some apples and some poop” for instance).
A few months ago I had met up with a different high school friend. We were talking about how no one actually remembers the embarrassing things that we said or did in high school…but then both of us mentioned apples and milk.
The guy who said this works at the grocery store I’m forced to go to in our capitalist hellscape. Every time I see him I think about apples and milk. Once we spotted him while we were driving through town, and I had to stop my spouse from shouting about “apples and milk” through the window.
He’s kind of an annoying guy? He carded me once (and examined my driver’s license closely) even though we were in the same high school class. He then warned me that my license was going to expire in nine months. (I told him that I would worry about it nine months from now.) He also corrected me when I told him that I had a “big” watermelon. He said it was “large.” Otherwise we have never spoken. I suspect he is extremely hostile to communism despite working at a grocery store. The man does not know he is a legend.
Years ago in high school one of my friends overheard someone say: “you know what I hate? When you get some apples, and some milk.”
That’s it. I told this to my kids years ago, and we still say it to each other (or mix and match, “when you get some apples and some poop” for instance).
A few months ago I had met up with a different high school friend. We were talking about how no one actually remembers the embarrassing things that we said or did in high school…but then both of us mentioned apples and milk.
The guy who said this works at the grocery store I’m forced to go to in our capitalist hellscape. Every time I see him I think about apples and milk. Once we spotted him while we were driving through town, and I had to stop my spouse from shouting about “apples and milk” through the window.
He’s kind of an annoying guy? He carded me once (and examined my driver’s license closely) even though we were in the same high school class. He then warned me that my license was going to expire in nine months. (I told him that I would worry about it nine months from now.) He also corrected me when I told him that I had a “big” watermelon. He said it was “large.” Otherwise we have never spoken. I suspect he is extremely hostile to communism despite working at a grocery store. The man does not know he is a legend.