Milk

Today at work I made a short macchiato for a colleague.
About to pour the milk, having removed the cap, I stared at the liquid within.
I don’t consume much dairy these days, but I would not be enthusiastic by any measure in describing what I saw as milk.
It reminded me of some kind of chemical-wash solution.
Blink.
Then curiously tilted the bottle to view the label.
Skinny.
Blink.
Opened the fridge, replaced it in the door, and removed the normal milk.

There are some things that you just don’t do.