As you sat in the car, a heat began to wash over you. It felt like you were boiling, even though you’re surrounded by all this recently-refrigerated milk. You even begin to sweat, and the car hasn’t even started moving.
As she looks you over, as well as all of the milk, she decides to start another conversation. “Was the milk on sale? I didn’t expect this much!” You give a terse nod, hoping that’ll speed things up. “Well, it looks like you’re feeling a bit hot. You can drink some of that milk to keep yourself cool. While I don’t doubt your ability to stack, I’m going to play it safe and drive a little slower.” You nod again.
The heat just keeps rising, and as she tries to leave the lot, it’s like a perfect train of cars to prevent her from leaving. After what feels like an hour, she turns back onto the road, only to hit the traffic light as it goes red.
It becomes unbearable. You can feel the chilling cool of the milk on your lap, but it pales in comparison to the heat emanating from your core. You unscrew a container of milk, tear through the tap, and take a sip.
You immediately feel a slight relief, but it returns with a vengeance. While you know the danger behind drinking too much milk at once, you throw caution to the wind and begin chugging it. You can always apologize to the angel incarnate driving the car if you puke.
* * *
As she pulled up to your truck, you still feel this insatiable heat, and grab from the back seat for another milk container. You’ve been grabbing more empty ones than full at this point, and you’ve long stopped wondering how you could manage to fit all this milk into your body. You’ve not bloated and you don’t feel full, so you just don’t ask questions.
She comes to a stop after you’ve pulled another container’s tab off, and drank a third of its contents. “We’re here,” she announces. She gets out, then opens the backdoor. Numerous empty containers spill out, and she pulls out the gasoline canister.
She looks over the destruction you wrought on her milk, then back to you. “I...don’t know what came over me.” You continue to half-chug the milk in your hand.
“Say nothing of it! As you’ve seen, I have the funds to buy more.” She ruffles through the empty containers. “Wow, you got all of them! Color me shocked!” She moves around her car, then hands you the canister. “This ought to be enough to get you back and out to another gas station.”
You finish off the milk, then start feeding your car the gas. You’re slightly confused by this whole exchange, and thus do so in silence.
“Just remember to actually go to another gas station. You wouldn’t want to get into another accident like this one!” She playfully laughs once more, as she’d done so many times during the trip.
As she quiets down, she returns to a more neutral state. “Before I leave, we may as well stay in contact.” She hands you a letter with her phone number, and you hand her your basic information. “Don’t worry, no insurance companies, here.”
You finish up, thank her for the aid, then start your journey back. The heat still remained, and you drank your way through the 2 gallons you’d initially bought. This makes you particularly bitter, since the entire point was lost, but at least that heat finally dissipated.
You sit down to watch what little remains of the game, but you start to feel increasingly full. The game was already a crushingly one-sided loss for your team, and you were quickly growing tired.
You awaken to a horrific discovery…