When I was a little girl, sometime deep in the recesses of the last Millennium, we seriously did have a break in the morning that they called "Mid-Morning Milk." We were all herded down to the cafeteria and given cartons of milk that had sat out on the rack for hours, meaning the beverage was tepid and disgusting. It was also from a dairy that had milk that tasted different than what we had at home. Worst of all, they actually checked your carton to make sure you drank it. So nearly every day I had to hold my nose and dutifully drink my mid-morning milk and wonder why my parents were paying for that stuff!
I was 20-something before I was able to enjoy a glass of milk, and to this day, it has to be ice cold.
Durf, you're off the hook. I really didn't like the whole nasty name-calling thing, but you remained above, so you may enjoy your tasty bovine beverage now.