This first little memory happened to my friend (we will call him PerfectPitchGuy). At the time we were in our early 20's and were sitting around the house bored. PerfectPitchGuy says "Let's go over to Safeway and get something to eat" that sounded good to me, so we jumped in my little Mazda pickup and drove to Safeway.
We stopped outside the store and I checked to see if I had any money in my bank account. To check this (I didn't keep any kind of a bank ledger) I would put my card in the ATM and if a twenty came out then woo hoo I had money. When I would take these trips to Safeway I would usually get a Clearly Canadian pop and maybe some chips. Clearly Canadian was a clear soda that had many different fruit flavors but they were all clear. I most likely got the boisenberry one. PerfectPitchGuy picked up a pint of milk and some peanut butter M&Ms.
We got in the truck and took off. We had just pulled out onto Nob Hill Blvd and PerfectPitchGuy guy takes a swig of his milk and quickly opens the door of my truck and spits a mouthful of the milk onto the street at 35 mph! He quickly looked at his newly purchased milk, and says to me "##%#! I got buttermilk!"
PerfectPitchGuy is such a friend, he let me clean the streak of buttermilk off the side of my truck by myself!
