You are a lonely widow in the 1950's. Each morning you look forward to Robert's milk deliveries. You can hear his truck trundling down the road as you wash dishes in the sink, and your heart skips a beat. Not long after, you hear the doorbell ring. Robert has arrived in his crisp, white uniform and a wholesome (yet flirtatious) smile on his face to deliver his wares. You rush to the door and open it to greet him. "How's your day goin'?"