pssst. wanna buy a watch Milk?

Scene:
Motel Parking Lot

Actors:
Adult Woman
Young Adult Woman
Man in Trench coat selling fine Swiss watches, I mean, Milk.





Today is grocery day. Last week on grocery day, we had a BIG stroke of luck. I didn’t have my camera with me, but a story so outside the imagination naturally entreats you to believe it.
We were on the lookout for the Lala man. He sells dairy products. We’ve special ordered through a grocery store to stock products they don't have, and have phoned the GS repeatedly to ask if they were in yet, once we phoned every day for a week, only to have them NEVER follow through. The result of their inattention was that we decided to take things into our own hands. As we drove to the grocery store 35 minutes away, our eyes played “Where’s Waldo?”, except the refrigerated semi-truck wasn’t red and white striped. When I made the happy discovery we pulled into a local motels parking lot! My allegedly miss-spent youth reading those "Where's Waldo" books proved well spent.
We didn’t have to knock on any motel room doors, they were already in their trucks- like they were about to make some deliveries. You see, they drive two hours south to us. They spend the day delivering to area grocery stores, stay the night in town, spend the next day delivering and then drive back. Wash, Rinse, Repeat!
Paying them in the parking lot, I felt like we were waiting to get caught by some area grocery store owner who might say, “Lala man, you’re stealing our profits! Stop it!” Granted, buying directly from them makes a lot of items cheaper. Milk is 40 cents cheaper a gallon, and milk for 25 people adds up quick!
My favorite part about all of it was they walked the milk, sour cream, and yogurt to the car. Or maybe my favorite part was when they offered to make home deliveries whenever we called them. Or maybe them charitably giving us more change back than we were owed because “we’re doing a good thing.” Or maybe my favorite part was having ALL the products we wanted, and in the SIZES we wanted at our fingertips!! (It’s embarrassing and pitiful to buy 8 small sour creams, even more so a waste of plastic, when you could purchase 2 large sour creams. Better to bring home 8 than none at all or 24 people ask you repeatedly “where is the sour cream? Why don’t we have sour cream?”.)

Life goals:
1. Scuba Dive
2. Read every Chaim Potok novel
3. Buy Milk in a motel parking lot
4. See the Cristo Redentor in Rio de Janiero, Brazil

I feel like a more whole person as a result of this...
and I’d say Milk is probably the only thing I’ll ever buy in a motel parking lot.