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My wife sent me out once to grab some milk in a hurry for something cooking on the stove and I did not check the date as I usually do. I got home, opened the milk and discovered chunks in it. So I calmly took the milk back to tedeschi's and tried to return it. The punk kid manager said I had already opened it and it cannot be returned. So after arguing with him for 10 minutes or so I kindly made him wear it, and grabbed my new gallon of milk and left the store. He now calls me the Milk Man!
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