Jack looked at the big plastic container and sighed. Picking it up, he poured milk over his cereal, screwed the cap back on, and replaced the container in the fridge.
“What’s with all the sighing?” Ianto asked, plucking toast from the toaster.
“I miss milk bottles,” Jack replied. “I remember when they first started being used. I got accustomed to putting out empties and finding a pint of fresh milk on the doorstep in the morning. The plastic things that’re used now just aren’t the same, I can’t pour the cream off the top over my cereal anymore. Progress sucks.”