Sounds like the story where you went hunting and actually shot a duck….. Ima bring a bunch of milk this year just for you.I was in Wisconsin once for a DU thing. They served supper, and then gals came to our tables with cups of milk......and they said, "milk?"....and we said, "what the hell?" And they said, "would you like some milk?" And we said, "why would we want milk?" And they said, "to wash down your dinner." And we said, "we ate dinner 5 hours ago." Then we just stared at each other....nobody knew what to say....so they left, and then we left....everybody was confused. It was like being in Kansas, but with milk, instead of people writing down what state license plate was on your rig.