Monday, August 14, 2006

Never Cry Over Spilled Milk

If you need a good laugh, this is a great story.

This afternoon I had to collect a pooled milk sample from the (pre-tank) spigot while the cows were being milked. The whole process is under a lot of pressure in order to flush the milk from the udder through all the pipes and into the storage tanks. The plastic nozzle you move on the spigot is very tight to prevent leaks onto the floor. I carefully moved the nozzle down and collected my sample, but as I was moving the nozzle up it shot out of my hand and onto the ground (the thin metal piece holding the nozzle on had been taken off). Milk began shooting everywhere (door, tanks, ceiling, floor, me) and I had to lean into the stream of warm, raw (unpasturized) milk to collect the nozzle and plug the hole. I cleaned up the room and went back across the street to spin my samples as quickly as possible so I could go home to a nice shower. I was hoping no one would notice that I was covered in milk from head to toe, but I was wrong. K started laughing the minute I walked through the door and ran to find S to get the camera. I looked at my reflection and realized that my hair looked like Cameron Diaz in "Something About Mary", very crispy and plastered on the side of my face. I tried to clean up some in the bathroom and pull my hair back into a ponytail, but it was to no use - time to call it a day!

So I get home and tell the story to Ben, who knew something was wrong when he saw me. After giving me a "welcome home" hug, he commented: "I don't know what smells worse, the boiled milk I'm making or you."

On that note, I think it's time to get in the shower!

(Below is the picture Ben took of me this evening in all my glory.)