Me: What do you usually have for breakfast?
Friend: I drink a glass of milk.
Me: You mean yogurt? (Yogurt translates to milk here which is frustrating when you are trying to find it in the store.)
Friend: Actually, I have a glass of yogurt and a glass of fresh milk.
Me: When you were in the States did the milk taste funny to you?
Friend: No, why?
Me: Because the milk tastes funny to me here. That's why I never drink it anymore.
Friend: That's because milk in the store isn't fresh, you have to order it.
Me: What do you mean, "You have to order it?"
Friend: I get a fresh bottle of milk delivered to my door every morning.
Me: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING! HOW DO I SIGN UP?
(This part is really the kicker.)
Friend: You call a number and they set up an account, but it costs $5/month.
Me: Can you help me with that?
Me Inside: FIVE BUCKS A MONTH?! WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME THIS AT THE AIRPORT WHEN I ARRIVED! I'VE BEEN MISSING MILK FOR MONTHS! MY COFFEE TASTES FUNNY, I NEVER HAVE CEREAL, AND I USED TO DRINK MILK EVERYDAY! I COULD KISS A COW RIGHT NOW!
I read about the good ole days when the milk man would deliver fresh milk but never dreamed this would be a daily reality.
-L