My childhood milk cup has finally called it quits. To be fair, the thing has endured decades of abuse by me, my siblings, and my own children, but, still.
It's a sad day for cold milk everywhere.
My childhood milk cup was one of those plastic ones with the dual color scheme. It seemed insulated, in its own pathetic way, but, in reality, it was just hollow plastic. It did, however, keep milk colder for far longer than a glass or an ordinary plastic cup.
The bottom of it finally cracked, and I feared water getting trapped inside of it in the dishwasher or in the sink. I used it one final time, a "goodbye" of sorts. I may have heard the distant sound of "Taps" being played as I took my final sips of really well-chilled moo-juice.
Poor 1960's era cup.
Farewell, old chum. We've had a wonderful sixtyish-year run.
Wait. What's that you're saying? There are identical red and purple plastic milk cups hidden in the cabinet? Really?
In that case, bake up some cookies and grab us some fake-insulated cups of ice-cold milk.
