This event is of no real significance as it took place in a gas station somewhere between Brooklyn and Albany. I desperately had to pee, so we paid a toll that I swear was something like thirty-sex cents and parked the car. The gas station (or maybe they did not even offer gas) was called Stewarts and looked like a corner store, but the kind of corner stores that I have made up in my mind, the ones that exist in small towns that I have never lived in. While I was squatting above the toilet I read a sign that was placed directly in front of me on the door it read:

“DRINK STEWART’S MILK. NEW YORK’S FINEST MILK”

This is kind of gross, to pee and think about drinking milk at the same time, but you know, when in Rome. I purchased a bottle of chocolate milk, in my normal human life I avoid dairy, but I have to say, Stewart’s Milk did not disappoint. Half a mile later my bladder had already had enough, but I have not read such a promising sign in any gas station since.