Best if used by 1/3/08

So the only way to get Kierra out of the house without a fuss today was to offer taking her to get a donut. It's a small price to pay so off we go. We get there and she wants milk too. She's upset with me for getting the plain milk vs. the chocolate. I take her to school and she takes a sip of her milk and spits it up. I take a drink and it's sour. We both rinse our mouth and I yes, go back to the donut shop for a return. I stand in line and wait. I explain that I just came here and the milk is bad. I hand her the carton. She looks at the date and points at it. I give her my best "what the fuck" are you talking about look with my mouth agape and say yes, I see that it claims to expire tomorrow. It's bad today. She walks away to "discuss" with her manager. The whatever-ese lady begins to say they're out of these carton and all they have left are the bigger ones. It doesn't matter to me because I don't want the milk. I want a refund. She gives me a dirty look and points to the date on the carton. Again, I watched my daughter spit it up, I tasted it and it's bad. I bought it for her to eat with her donut and now she's at school. Just give me the money back. She throws the dollar bill in my hand and pauses. Um, you owe me ten cents. She hands over the dime and I leave with a smile. It's all about the principle.