I get the feeling sometimes, when I make first impressions, that I'm just kicking down someone's front door... And then going into their refrigerator, helping myself to a glass of milk and stand quietly in the corner, while they assess the damages I just caused.
For the youngsters out there, milk "cartons " were the Amber alert prior to the internet.
I think I just inadvertently dated my age, by using the word carton in reference to an outdated waxed cardboard container of milk.
More like, I'm drinking the milk straight out of the carton...
You see,...because when you're worried about the broken door, who gives a shit about drinking out of the carton?
You will be so disappointed. There is no milk in my fridge.