As promised long ago, this is our dumbest contest ever (an amazing feat, considering our
track record). Examine this photo closely. Now try to put yourself in the picture.
It is a Sunday afternoon, May 1998. A light rain is in the air. You have just walked out
of the Borders bookstore in Peabody, Massachusetts (town motto: "No, we don't have a
Wayback Machine!"). On the way to your car, you notice something odd about one of the other
cars in the lot. Specifically, there is a gallon of milk on the roof of an otherwise
ordinary-looking vehicle. You look around. There is no one else in sight.
Because you are weird, you pull out a camera and take a picture. Then you get into your
own milk-free car and go home. (Actually, first you stop at a Radio Shack, because earlier
that day a rabbit gnawed through your telephone cord.)
The preceding story is true. But it didn't happen to you; it happened to Nikki and me.
We were dumbfounded by the milk then, as we are now. Help us, won't you? All you have to do
is send in your best theory about the origins of this mystery milk. Was the milk part of a
kidnapper's ransom? Or did its owner just rush inside to find a book about pasteurization?
Was it left there by lactose intolerant aliens? We need answers, people!
You can enter the Mystery Milk Contest by e-mail
(spongeawareness@hotmail.com)
or regular mail (Not Your Nightmare, P. O. Box 184, Blackstone, MA 01504).
A panel of experts (?) will determine the winning entry. The winner will receive an array of
fascinating prizes, some of which will be milk-related. The entry deadline is June 1, 1999.
A year will have passed since we discovered the milk, and maybe together we'll be able to
put it all in proper historical perspective. Good luck, and may the milk be with you.