I remove a carton of juice from the refrigerator, because I look at the milk and deem it suspicious.
I open the lid and then quickly screw it shut again because I catch sight of the notice on the carton which reads:
“SHAKE WELL. AGITAR BIEN.”
I slowly pick up the carton and casually lunge it from side to side, screaming, “AGITAR BIEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!”
Oh, the things I do when no one is listening.