Zohren, Poker & Socktopus

Saturday, 11 August 2007

The Magical Exploding Yoghurt.

OK, I didn't mention this in my post yesterday, so I'm gonna talk about it today.

I bought a bottle of this probiotic yoghurt / smoothie thing from a Pret a Manger on Tuesday this week at lunchtime, with the full intention of drinking it there and then after my lunch. Unfortunately, I finished my lunch and didn't really feel like it'd sit well straight on top of a hoisin duck wrap, so I decided to hang onto it for half an hour or so, and put it in my wonderful Topman bag that I now carry everywhere, because, well... I'm sick of stuffing shit in my pockets all the time.

Anyway, I went to play some poker at my local card club (The Gutshot, which I linked to in my sidebar on this page if you're interested.), and remembered I had the yoghurt on me. I figured it was now no longer safe to drink, what having been in my bag for over an hour, and in the heat of the weather AND the Underground, so I left it in my bag with the intention of throwing it out later.

Time passes by and I get home, only to come to the realization that I still have this yoghurt bottle in my bag. I decide to throw it in my garbage can (Which was fairly full at this time, but had enough room for me to get the bottle in there and shut the lid, along with an empty McDonald's bag that I stuffed on top of it, then I relax and surf the web for a while, then go to sleep.

At about 2pm the next day, I'm woken up by a tremendously loud bang noise (Yes, I'm a lazy fucker who likes to sleep. I don't like sleeping late. Matter of fact, I hate it. I'd love to go to sleep at a regular hour and wake up at 8am or 9am all bright and bubbly, but I'm not a morning person. Even though I want to, I just can't do it. I sleep 10 - 12 hours minimum every night regardless of alarm clocks or not. It sucks). I bolt upright and start looking around to see what it was, assuming my laptop fell on the floor, or something. Finally I turn around behind me to look at the wall, only to see it covered in yoghurt over an area of about 10 square feet. The yoghurt had exploded, and it managed to escape the garbage bin, shoot 10 feet up the walls, splatter on the ceiling, and even about 15 to 20 feet down the hallway. Put simply, I'm still trying to clean it up. I even am going to need to repaint my walls thanks to the cheap paint that was on there which is rubbing off when I wipe the yoghurt off.

It was a Pret a Manger Bionic Berries probiotic drinking yoghurt smoothie thing, and put quite simply, I'm never going to buy one of them again... I eMailed Pret telling them about this, and they didn't even respond. It's not supposed to explode at room temperature. I could understand if I was heating the thing under a fucking Bunsen burner, but I wasn't, was I? That one little smoothie I paid two quid for, is now going to cost me about 30 quid. Thanks Pret.

Could you imagine the effect this would've had, had it exploded while I was on the Underground? Sure, it would've been hilarious, but it could've actually hurt someone since that lid flew off and hit my wall 10 feet away with some force, after pelting through my garbage can's lid.

I just hope that someone reading this has found a slight bit of humour out of the misery I had to go through with it. At least that way it's done something useful...

And now, for my random picture of the day:


1 Comments:

  • Holy shit! I'm not so sure that I would feel comfortable consuming that substance and having it in my body if it did that.

    Picture of the day? Priceless.

    Yes, I saw your blog link on your messenger name and had to check it out, being the nosy person that I am and all. It cracks me up, keep it up!

    I'm thinking I better start posting in mine, but I'm not so sure that I have anything interesting to say. Heh

    ~Amy~

    By Blogger Amy, At 26 August 2007 at 22:43  

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