Bag lady
Lately I’ve become obsessed with the number of plastic shopping/grocery bags that enter my household. I’ve been sticking them in a drawer to see how fast it takes to fill up.
Not.
Long.
I used to merely hate waste and packaging and so forth, but I’m learning to despise it.
To be aware and to take action when it comes to the little things automatically puts you in the “damn tree hugger” category. I see the looks, I know. Nobody wants to be the slightest bit inconvenienced. But enough is enough!
Lately I’ve been thinking long and hard about my little trips to the grocery store. Like maybe I could buy one of those canvas bags to stick stuff in. Not for the big shops, the Costco runs, but for the other 90% of the time when I’ve only got a few items.
Today I was out and about and had my huge ass purse with me so I figured let’s see how this goes. Barnes & Noble? “No thanks, I don’t need a bag.” Grocery store? Well, I kinda forgot about my plan by that point. I was buying fat free sour cream and fat free cheddar cheese and it was only as I was swiping my debit card that I remembered I was going to stop using plastic at the grocery. I could have fit a whole case of the stuff in there so I said, “Come to think of it, I don’t need a bag.” She gave me the look. Like I was seven types of crazy and how annoying that I inconvenienced her. She took a deep breath and mustered up the strength to take those whole two items out of the bag. I stuck them in my purse.
And then.
She crumpled up the bag that had been contaminated by my grocery cooties and threw it in the trash.
Posted by chepooka on 05/24 at 10:59 AM

