so long ago.

The bright tin cover punctured, and offwhite goop gushed forth. Surprisingly, the odor was not unpleasant. I'd become used to the bittersweet taste of natural yogurt, so I actually found the whole thing undaunting, except for the fact that the chunky smooth dairy juice stuck to my hands and to the grocery store floor. She cleaned it up herself. She was a good sport, even though she knew it was my clumsy hand that tipped the little carton over the belt, causing it to splatter onto the ground. Just one of the exciting perks of being a cashier.