Anna Karen Jihad: Got My Milk?

Monday, March 20, 2006

 

Got My Milk?

So I arrived at work and set about making my morning coffee at the aptly named “tea station” on my floor. The tea station is a kind of small refreshment room or “liquid and solids sustenance zone” if you work in one of those fancy open plan offices; it’s kitted out with hot water, a microwave, a fridge. Everything you need to make a hot drink, which is pretty bloody amazing if you don’t think about it. No, don’t think about it.

When I opened the fridge, I was greeted by a crudely fashioned, printed out sign on A4 paper, with the words “Thieving twat’s operate in this area! You’re stuff is not safe here!!” Terrifying stuff, I’m sure you’ll agree.

Luckily, my milk was left intact and the mysterious thieving twat had made good with somebody else’s. So I didn’t give too much of a shit, really. Well, none at all, actually. But we are living in challenging times. When terrorists aren’t blowing stuff up with Fairy Liquid bottle bombs, there are ‘Hoodies’ lurking round the corner, ready to pounce on you and jump on your toe whilst a repugnant, weasel-faced cohort captures the whole, frightening reality of the incident on his mobile phone and posts it on YouTube. In .avi format no less.

So What Can I Do?

One way to stop people stealing things is to make them not want that thing in the first place. You need to render the potential stolen goods undesirable using whatever means you have. And as every office worker will tell you, the most powerful means of getting any message across is by leaving messages on stuff with sticky labels. The Post-It is mightier than a slightly stern email sent around the department.

I will now demonstrate how to not get your stuff stolen from the tea station, but first, note how I have NOT used sticky labels. That’s because a would-be thieving twat can easily remove sticky labels. You have now learned Rule 1: ALWAYS BE ONE STEP AHEAD OF THE GAME.

Andy’s milk

Wrong, wrong, WRONG, wrong, WRONG! There’s nothing a thief will prey on more than heart-on-the-sleeve honesty. It’s milk suicide and you may as well invite the thief over to your house, cook him a nice meal and then let him drink your milk straight out of the bottle - without shaking it so he gets all the cream.





do not drink please

You may be feeling all smart with yourself because you’re thinking, “Yep. That’s more like it. They’re certainly going to think twice now. Perhaps more. Well you couldn’t be more wrong.
Rule 2: YOUR MILK IS NEVER SAFE BECAUSE THEY WANT YOUR MILK
Which is self-explanatory and leads us nicely on to our next case study.




dog’s milk

Now you’ve upped the ante a bit and at this point, your assailant will be scratching his head and wondering whether he wants to actually pour some of this in his tea. These questions will be racing through his mind:

Depending on the effectiveness of this on the individual robber, they could well be panicking by now. This has bought you valuable time and if you are successful, the thief will drop their tea on the floor and make a hasty exit from the tea station before they are caught.

rare dolphin sperm sample

If the dog method doesn't work, you'll need to try and distract the thief with decoy tactics. One way is to remove all association of milk from the bottle of milk, thus fooling the attacker. In this case, we see a nice little twist, which was used by the SAS during the Iranian Embassy siege – Not only is the bottle labelled as dolphin spunk, it is rare dolphin spunk, which is illegal to drink. And nobody wants to drink dolphin spunk anyway. Except for perhaps Sting, who would probably gargle with it before having a tantric wank. Facing Gaia.

Ronson’s Bum Piss

Now you’re talking. Everyone knows that this stuff does exactly what it says on the tin and the tin says BUM PISS. Why not put actual bum piss in it and make the milk turn chocolatey, for real.

So happy tea drinking and let’s be careful out there. Brew smart, think smart, think milk.

Comments:
Hello, Just came across your site after clicking the link in the Monkey Knife Fight blog. Nice site, but it's quite shit though. I mean you're like what? 40? 50? And your writing is all too big, and I don't like the bit where you say that the sign is pointless, why IS that? and the bit where to say terrorism and you say Karen reminds me of Tolstoy. Please why?
 
I had to make the writing big so you could read it. You don't remember me, do you? I read you a lovely story as you lay bleeding in that alley.
 
Ponky Ponks, please add the following method of discouraging milk theft, which I developed entirely on my own but am willing to share with the world.

Buy some food colouring from the supermarket (usually in with the flour and that); green and black work well. Add a couple of drops to the milk and shake well. The milk will turn a green or grey, and nobody will want to touch it. The only downside is that your coffee will also be a different colour.
 
Hey, I remember this place now. Who are YOU?

I love milk.
 
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