… in the playground, I saw a carton of flavoured milk. It was just sitting there on the grass, out on the oval. Nobody was within metres of it. Being a teenaged boy, I stomped on it in anticipation of a nice loud bang being the result.
But it was full and I, and my friends. were covered in chocolate milk from the knee down. Nobody complained.
It looked forgotten. If you were going to drink it you wouldn’t just leave it out there on the grass, would you?