CALL ME SNAKE

Sometimes you get what you’re aiming for on a milk run, and sometimes you get something else altogether. I went to the 7-11 tonight at about midnight, which is part of my regular routine. I wanted to get a gallon of 1% and a bunch of bananas. I found the bananas OK but they were out of 1%, so I had to settle for 2. On the way back, with the gallon in one hand, the bananas in the other, I ran into an artist friend outside a pub who’d just got a new grant to develop his idea for creating artificial lightning over the Gulf of Mexico. (At least I think that’s what it was.) I would have heard more about the project had not the milk started getting heavy–on an arm already fatigued by doing too many Sudoko puzzles while my family watched American Idol. But as I was saying, that’s the thing about a milk run. You never know what you’re going to come back with. But it’s usually more than just milk.