Realized when I got home, I forgot my fucking juice at Dollar General. Left it at the bagging carousel. The cashier said, "You have a wonderful evening" with what seemed like full sincerity, and I walked off with just one bag. No way is it worth driving back there for just that, so I'm hoping the same guy will be there tomorrow evening so I can ask about reclaiming the son-of-a-bitch. It was V8 Splash.