Got Milk?
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By Associated Press MORRIS, Ill. (AP) - Got milk?

Police say a trailer loaded with 14 tons of double-stuffed Oreos has overturned, spilling the cookies still in their plastic sleeves into the median and roadway.

Illinois State Police Sgt. Brian Mahoney says the truck's driver was traveling from Chicago to Morris on Interstate 80 around 4 a.m. Monday when he fell asleep at the wheel and slammed into the median.

"The boxes came out of the trailer and boxes were ripped open," he said.

The crash about 50 miles southwest of Chicago remains under investigation.

Mahoney says no charges have been filed but both lanes of traffic remain closed while authorities remove the cookies.


I'll meet you in the median!
Erin
Mom to three wonderful 7th graders!
The time is flying by.
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  Re: Got Milk? by esgunn (By Associated Press ...)
I'll bring the "Moo Juice"...double stuff even.

Hope this doesn't push the price of Oreos up too much. Might create a hypothetical supply issue...
"Ponder well on this point: the pleasant hours of our life are all connected, by a more or less tangible link, with some memory of the table."-Charles Pierre Monselet, French author(1825-1888)
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  Re: Re: Got Milk? by firechef (I'll bring the "Moo ...)
Dontcha just hate it when someone tosses his cookies on the highway?

... or, for that matter...

I remember a news story in which a truck carrying bananas had overturned on a treacherous mountain road in PA. It was a true story, but eerily brought back memories of the following Harry Chapin song (which gets faster and faster as it goes on) from many years earlier:
Quote:

It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!"

From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #1

Yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today
(Spoken: And if that wasn't enough)
Yes, we have no bananas,
Bananas in Scranton, P A

From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #2:

A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping,
and when she sees his eyes are closed,
she sits there, silently weeping,
and though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania
She never ever eats ... Bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas.


If blueberry muffins have blueberries in them, what do vegan muffins have?
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  Re: Got Milk? by esgunn (By Associated Press ...)
I've travelled that hwy many times. The people of Morris are probably having great fun - especially since no one was hurt.

Here's a link to the Trib's Comments section. I think every possible glib remark may have already been made about this story .....
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  Re: Re: Got Milk? by labradors (Dontcha just hate it...)
Labs, too coincidental! First of all, I was in the middle of crushing 6 lbs of Oreo cookies (in the dark, UNH lost all power) for a DIY sundae event-listening to Chapin's Greatest Stories Live (battery operated), my go-to CD once all my lunches are out, every day.

Gotta love this song!

PJ
PJ
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  Re: Re: Got Milk? by pjcooks (Labs, too coincident...)
Yep. Chapin was one of the best musical storytellers ever. Even his more unusual songs, such as "Sniper," "The Rock," and "Dance Band on the Titanic" are nothing less than genius.
If blueberry muffins have blueberries in them, what do vegan muffins have?
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  Re: Re: Got Milk? by labradors (Yep. Chapin was one...)
Yes! I'm sorry I never got to see him live, his life was too short.

PJ
PJ
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