Knowing it was useless to argue with him about the milk (he had about a half gallon) I headed to Arlington's only grocery – the tiny Apple Seed IGA. I could visualize the scene in my head before I got there. . .the milk case would be picked clean and what would I tell R?
Much to my surprise when I arrived, the milk case was fully stocked. There were quite a few folks in line. Slowly, a funny feeling settled over me as I looked around. The twelve other people patiently standing with me all had beverages. They just weren't holding milk jugs.
I looked behind and almost laughed out loud.
There wasn't a can or bottle of beer left in the joint. The beer case was picked clean.
And I thought Arlington was a quiet little town. . .