Sometimes, it’s not just the milk that goes bad.

Sometimes when I’ve feeling particularly adventuresome, I peel the “paid” sticker off my gallon of milk, covertly exit the store, and wait for a security thug to chase me to my minivan.  They’ll never take me alive!  I shake my fist out the window and laugh as I peel out of the parking lot.  It’s such a rush that I almost drop my receipt.