I have an irrational fear of juice boxes.
I hate them.
And their wasteful packaging.
This hatred dates way back to elementary school snack time when there were two options: 1) watch as everyone pulled out their cutesy little juice boxes and their nicely packaged animal crackers or 2) accept a carton of milk from the cafeteria delivery tray. I seem to remember that less than a dollar a week got you milk delivery M-F.
The problem with both of these options was my hatred of juice boxes and my hatred of milk.
Perhaps in a cosmic twist of foreshadowing, I despised milk. To my young taste buds, the watery substance tasted like what I imagine muddy river water might taste like. And also, milk ruined cereal. Yes, I liked to scarf down bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch without milk. Why anyone would want soggy cereal is beyond me.