12x365: the chocolate milk man

He came on Wednesdays and I waited for him faithfully on the stairs of our house, even when it wasn't Wednesday. In fact, one day my parents couldn't find me anywhere so they called the police only to find me sitting on the front steps, waiting for him. He didn't come that day.

I'd sit out on the porch impatiently until I saw the yellow Dairyland truck approach the intersection and then I'd run indoors to drag the nearest adult out to get a two litre carton of chocolate milk.

I used to think he was the most generous man alive before I knew you had to pay for it.