Got Milk?

We have a momma's boy with us today. Well, I believe this poor slob is really a browbeaten, hen-pecked husband, but I can't be absolutely sure.  I just quietly observed him carrying on a conversation with someone who spoke so loudly on the other end that one would think the cell phone was on loudspeaker. Well, to make a long story short....there was a whole lotta talk about milk. Yep, you heard me. This guy has been firmly instructed....no, rather charged with the sacred duty of obtaining a gallon of milk on his way home. It is possible that he has failed at this noble venture before, hence the emphatic, loud and repeated exaltations on the other end of the phone to achieve success. I'm not sure why this woman was so loud, as clearly we could have rioted and injured her husband in punishment for her big mouth and the breaking of the auditory peace. Perhaps she believes if the rest of the car knows he is supposed to get milk on the way home, we might give him a final reminder before we all disembark the train?