Melanie W.

“It’s official…I’m a Milk Groupy…I circle my shopping cart around the cooler aisles, waiting and waiting, watching for the fluorescent lights that shine through an empty slot to be filled with the next seasonal milk flavor. The store floors are buffed, cooler windows have been wiped twice for a perfectly clear view of the star arrival. Behind the scenes, the associates finally fill the once barren slot, as the light makes like sun beams behind those bottles of pure delight. Before the drool hits the floor, white knuckles clinched to my buggy and eyes focused, I rush over and grab the prize, stopping for no social small town visits or hello’s, I’m not satisfied until I hear the final scanner “beep” at checkout. THANK YOU PROMISED LAND for the best milk ever!”