Where is the milk?

The other week I got to work and realized i didn’t have milk for my cereal… sigh.
The next day i made sure i had my milk.
I head to the garage and start putting all my stuff in the car.
I back out of the garage and head to work. Which includes stop and go through town.
Half way there I freak out. I’m trying to use the stick shift, move my stuff on the seat and try and remeber where the heck i put the milk.
Then i remeber…  Crap – it’s on the roof….  Or it was…
I careen over to the side of the road, jump out and whala – there it is… my little container of white goodness.