I was out of coffee cream this morning, and hubby offered to run up to one of the two gas stations in our little village to pick up a small container. He found some and brought it home for me, poured a cup of coffee, stirred in some cream, and brought it to me. YUCK! It was awful! I tried to drink it, thinking maybe it tasted bad just because I had a funny stomach yesterday, but it was beyond drinking. I asked if he had checked the date. Yes he had.
I guess a date of April 11, 2008 doesn't mean much to him on November 12, 2008.
HE will be returning it.