Scene I:
Sunday morning, approximately 10:30 Arizona Time which, for the record, had also become Pacific Daylight Time earlier that same day without us having to do anything. So loss of sleep was not a factor for any party involved in this story.
Act I
(I'm in the family room. My wife enters from the garage)
She: That damn Fry's!
(Fry's is a grocery store like Kroger's - because it's owned by Kroger's. The company apparently felt that the name, Fry's, was better suited to Arizona's climate.)
Me (alarmed - at having my computer chess game interrupted): What happened?
She: The milk was bad... I took it back and the manager gave me a hard time.
(The milk was stamped: sell by: 3/6, use by 3/8. It was - March 8th)
Me: He WHAT?!?
She: He asked me for my receipt and said there was so little left.
Me: He didn't take the milk back?
She: He did, but he was rude.
Me: What's the phone number?
She (under her breath as she looks) He made me feel like I had nerve returning it.
Me: The "use by" date used to be a week after the "sell by" date. Don't worry, I'll handle this.