Before we left, I noticed a small tear in the bag, but I thought nothing of it. We left the store and started biking home.
Suddenly, the entire bottom of the bag broke open, and the milk dropped underneath my bike. Before I could stop, I ran over the carton and it exploded all over the sidewalk!
Sami laughed and whipped out her phone to take pictures, acting like it was a crime scene.
I started yelling and decided that the milk wouldn't win. I had to go back. I stormed back into Giant Tiger, grabbed another carton of 2 percent milk and went to pay for it. I ignored the look the cashier gave me, Knowing I looked crazy. I'd just bought two cartons of milk in five minutes.
After I payed, I went outside and wrapped the bag around my handlebars, making sure the bag was free of holes. We were halfway home when the bag started ripping. We started biking faster, hoping to make it home before the bag ripped open.
Going faster only made the bag bounce around and rip faster. I thought that it was safe. I only had to round the corner and go down the hill, then I'd be home. I stopped watching the bag.
I could almost see my house when, to my horror, the bag split open and the milk carton fell to the ground with a thud! I quickly swerved out of the way, just barely missing the carton. I stopped and gently picked it up, making sure it wasn't broken. Relieved, I picked it up and biked home.
I knocked on the front door and proudly displayed the undamaged milk carton.
My mom looked at it and said "Thanks, but I wanted one percent..."
