Rory has assumed boss lady duties and is taking Logan home from the hospital. She quizzes the doctor about what sort of physical therapist Logan should see. "That's if I need physical therapy," Logan says. Hello? Did they not say last week that Logan had torn up both knees? It's ridiculous to give him that injury and then act like he's not going to need rehab. That shit is so painful, a more realistic storyline would show him hobbling around for the next decade, addicted to Oxycontin. Rory chides him about following doctors' orders and he finally gives her a smooch, saying something melodramatic like "thanks for being who I wanted to get out of the hospital for," or something stupid like that. He must have caught the Bledelis Mumblitis from Rory, because I can't really understand him.
At the Dragonfly, Michel (in, seriously, his best storyline ever) is jogging in place, threatening someone over the phone with a lawsuit. "Why is he prancing?" Lorelai asks, getting her morning coffee. Sookie, who seems to barely notice Michel's histrionics, just shrugs. He finally slams his phone shut with an emphatic "kees my toosh!" and declares to Lorelai and Sookie that "you can trust nothing and no one, ever!" Lorelai asks him to quit with the jogging, but he shakes his head: "Oh, I cannot. I cannot stop this for a very, very long time." He says that he has been buying organic milk from his market, always getting the cartons with the blue top, since that is the non-fat variety. But today, to his horror, he found out that for the last two weeks, the dairy has accidentally put blue tops on the 2\%, and red tops on his preferred non-fat. "For the last two weeks," Michel says, nearly hysterical, "I have been drinking 2\% meelk in my coffee, every single day!" Lorelai is less than sympathetic. "Insert gasp here," she says, but he just rages on, still jogging. "I've been consuming an extra billion calories a week," he says. Lorelai rolls her eyes, saying that at least this tragedy has not affected Michel's math skills.