I went to the store with my sister. It was late, raining. She paid for her things and started putting them individually into her grocery cart. WHY? To PUNISH herself for leaving her reusable bags in the car (again). When we got to the car I got in and was warm, cozy and dry. I told her that I would help her but if her goal was to punish herself then my helping her would undermine that goal. I let her put the thing into the bags while standing in pouring rain. IDIOTS.
Anima, what started my profound dislike of these bags occurred two Christmases ago.
A group I volunteer with has a Christmas pot luck luncheon and gift exchange (a $10 gift—usually a nice ornament). So easy...and so nice to place the treasures received from friends in these exchanges over the years on my tree...until...one of the more vocal ladies went over to the green side. She, herself, had just made a purchase of those reusable cotton/canvas bags and she wanted us all, in lieu of a our gift exchange...to use the $10 to buy ‘atleast’ five of the bags to keep in our cars. For childrens’ futures; for the environment. Yada. Yada. Yada.
We kept the exchange; but she’s uber green now. Now drives, I kid you not—right hand up—a Prius. If you get the chance, and you don’t mind a few cuss words...there is an episode of South Park...’Smug Alert’...that fits this gal; and her family, to a tee.