Did you get them in the half pint carton like I did here in New York? Then when the carton was empty we would jump on it and it would bang and drive our teacher crazy. So all lunch hour all you would hear would be bang bang bang bang bang LOL.
I remember that! It was a great honor to be the milk monitor every day.
You got to collect the money (7 cents, I think), and go down to pick up the cartons of milk. They were carried in a metal rack-thing that looked a bit like an open tool box.
Both the plain and chocolate varieties were WHOLE milk, and yes...we’d save them to stomp on them in the schoolyard.
BANG! BANG BANG! BANGBANGBANG!
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