“Woah! That milk smells bad,” I said to the dog as he stared at me expressionless. “I just bought this dang milk. I hope they take returns.”
The store opens at 6am so decided to walk over in the early morning to ask if they would take a return on the bad milk. The store is down the street, and I saw it as an opportunity to stretch my legs.
I walked in just after 6am. A lone cashier looked up with disinterest.
“Hi, I just wanted to check first — I bought some bad milk — can I return it?”
“Yes. Just bring it in.”
“OK, I’ll be back.”
I walked home and grabbed the milk and walked back in the dark. The store was still empty. I saw the same cashier.
“OK, here is the milk, where do I go to return it?”
“Oh, you have to talk to the service desk. They won’t be here for another two hours.”
“OK. Any way you could have told me that when I was here 30 minutes ago?”
“Well, you can leave the milk on the service desk. So you don’t have to carry it back.”
“How will they know it’s my milk?” I asked. I was starting to wish I had just poured it down the drain.
“Oh, they will know.”
I came back in two hours and there was a long line at the service desk. I finally got to the front.
“Yes, I’m the guy who left the milk here and I’d like to exchange it for a new gallon.”