It all started on a typical Tuesday morning, when I walked into the supermarket and saw it: the one bottle of milk. It was nestled between the 2% and the whole, a beacon of hope in a world of half-and-halfs.
As I gazed upon its label, a vision appeared before me. A vision of creamy goodness, of cold glass, of cartons and coupons and...
Wait, what's this? A sale!
I grabbed it, and my life was never the same.
And so, the milk stood alone, empty and forlorn, a reminder of a life once full of hope and possibility.