I threw the milk out and went to uni.
And so we get to today! New milk has been purchased. Nothing can stop me in my quest for coffee! The same routine - dole out the coffee, the sugar from the dish, add the milk. Ah, now that's more like it! I sip my coffee and - almost spit it straight back out again, as it is completely sour! What in the hell? Realisation dawns. That wasn't sugar in the little dish, it was bloody salt!
With a crap taste in my mouth, I try, for the third time, to make myself a coffee. Coffee, sugar (two lots, to get this blasted taste out of my mouth), milk. I hold it aloft. Light shines down upon it, and angels sing on high. I take a sip.