Whenever I purchase a 'Frijj' branded milkshake, I never fail to regret the decision.
On the most recent occasion, which occurred yesterday outside Asda, I was eager to sip copiously from my recently-acquired fudge-flavoured fancy. As the rain was far from slight, my umbrella was to hand. This necessity complicated the removal of the bottle lid's seal somewhat, for the task called for the labour of both hands at the cost of several seconds of exposure to the elements. Then came the task of disposing of the trifling plastic strip freshly torn from around the bottle. Motioning towards a convenient bin with the same hand that kept my umbrella upright proved too taxing a task. So compromised was my aim that the plastic strip fell inches short of the gaping refuse receptacle, meriting a humbling stoop to atone my act of inadvertent littering.
With the seal now disposed of, nothing stood between the milkshake and my innards but the customary shaking of the bottle, an act undertaken to undo any circumstantial concentration of fluids at the bottle's base. Disaster struck: the severing of the plastic seal had clearly unsettled the lid, and thus my bottle shaking gave way to a sudden eruption of artificially-thickened dairy fluids that clung to my hands and splattered several other personal articles. Tragically, a good glug of my beverage had become an unexpected libation; an impromptu sacrifice to the waterlogged Asda tarmac.
Whenever I purchase a 'Frijj' branded milkshake, I never fail to regret the decision.