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kevin_standleeThis afternoon after work, I went to the 7-Eleven to get some milk. There being enough room for it in the hotel's mini-fridge, and with me being here for a week-plus still, I figured that I'd get two gallons. It seemed slightly wasteful to use a $2.50 light rail fare to just go two stops up and back, but it's hot out there, and I didn't want to milk to get warm.
I got back to the hotel and poured myself a glass of milk: Bleargh! Sour. I couldn't think that the milk could have gone bad in that short of a time, so I had a look at the container. Groan. The milk was more than a week past it's sell-by date! Fortunately, the second gallon was safe and not sour, but bad job by me to not check the date on the container before buying it.
I got back to the hotel and poured myself a glass of milk: Bleargh! Sour. I couldn't think that the milk could have gone bad in that short of a time, so I had a look at the container. Groan. The milk was more than a week past it's sell-by date! Fortunately, the second gallon was safe and not sour, but bad job by me to not check the date on the container before buying it.
