I sure remember those cardboard things you stuck in the empties. They had like a bunch of things you could choose from that fanned out like a deck of cards.
I liked choclolate milk, but my parents never ordered it. So one day I went outside after they put the bottles out and changed the order to put the chocolate flag up also.
I remember the doorbell rang and it was the milkman. He asked my mom if she really wanted chocolate milk as he knew that was not the usual for this address.
Curses, foiled again.
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