Crisp, my aged companion, curled her lip in such a way to tell me she was not happy.
“Proper milk,” she said disdainfully, “Implies there must be improper milk, doesn’t it?”
“Maybe it’s a marketing ploy to get you to buy the brand they are pushing,” I offered.
“Seems kind of condescending to me. Like for so long you’ve all been drinking the wrong stuff and lucky you I’m selling the real thing.”
If there was one thing that irked Crisp, it was people getting above themselves. “After all, it’s all out of a cow.”
“Could just be the local way of doing things. Quaint, like the ‘card paymets’ that must be a local thing too,” I added.
“Well let’s go buy some ‘proper milk’ and get your card out and see if we can ‘paymet’.