The Contest

Yesterday the milk was delivered. It happened to be delivered when the entire office, minus Bill and I, was at the company staff meeting. Because of this, the milk man came to the lobby to leave it with me. A quick call later, and Bill is at my desk to retrieve the milk.

Then, the silly boy dared me to a contest. A chocolate milk chugging contest.

Now, it wasn't a gallon of milk, or anything insane like that, just
the tiny cartons they used to have your school cafeterias.
In fact, see exhibit A.









Exhibit A:

I'm not even sure why these mini milks were delivered, Bill mentioned that a case of them just started showing up with our order. Whatevs, works for me!

Any who, as some of you may know, I LOVE milk. I love milk so much that I buy a gallon of milk a week just for myself (hush - that's impressive!). I drink it every night with dinner. Depending on the condition of milk at work, I'll drink at lunch. I love milk.

So, needless to say when presented with this opportunity, I knew I would nail it. I mean, c'mon, look at that tiny carton, it's like 3 gulps! Intrigued my confidence, Bill counted to 3 and we pounded that milk while standing in the lobby.

Now, I'm not one to brag (often) but I schooled him. I slammed my milk container down and practically busted out a victory dance. He immediately started spouting off excuses about how its hard to drink a lot of milk at once, how he could crush me in a beer drinking contest and how he pretty much let me win.

I know, what a sore loser.

Of course he would win if it was drinking beer, he's a HUGE guy, and I'm tiny girl. (Although, I do have to admit, I would be interesting in seeing how that competition turned out...). While Bill sulked, I sat down in my chair all proud of myself. I greeted the next visitor, and even did it with a smile.

It was then I realized I had a nice big spot of chocolate milk on shirt. Apparently in my winning state of mind, when I ever so gently placed my milk back down on the desk, some must of have splashed up on me. Either that, or I completely missed my mouth while drinking...

Maybe I thought I was out partying pounding beer and forgot I was at work, pounding milk. I rocked the rest of the day with that shirt. Stain or no stain, I still won and that's really all that matters.