Chef_Troy's Journal

Sometimes knowing the truth ruins everything.
Especially when you see something that is so out of the ordinary that your mind feels compelled to make up an explanation for it, even in the near-total absence of data.

Here's an example. The Chef family was at Wal-Mart not long ago getting some groceries. We were waiting in line to pay, and as I often do when I'm cooling my heels in the checkout line, I started glancing into other people's shopping carts. I turned and looked at the next lane over and saw a young Hispanic man with two shopping carts. These carts contained:

At least 40 gallons of milk. At LEAST. And it may have been more.

One dozen donuts.

Needless to say, I was consumed by curiosity. What on earth could this fellow be doing with that much milk? Was he the owner of an orphaned calf? Did he have a stern dominatrix at the other end of his journey, impatiently waiting for her milk bath? Was HE planning to take a milk bath? Was he planning to fill a waterbed with it and make his own cheese? Factoring in the donuts, did he like pastry but have severe psychological issues with swallowing dry things and needed a gallon of milk to wash down each bite?

Then we went outside and saw him again.
( A thoroughly disappointing, fantasy-wrecking clue as to his intentions. )

Now I ask you. Isn't that just a letdown? I should have waited and stayed with my unresolved curiosity until he went away.