I normally refrain from ranting or proselytizing on this blog, but I can’t help myself at the moment. I was in the grocery store about an hour ago and listened to an older woman loudly complain to the cashier about those idiots in the city outlawing plastic grocery sacks. She uses them, darn it! What in the world is she going to do if they stop allowing them in our community? How will she line her small trash cans? The cashier pointed out that they will still offer paper sacks but she vehemently stated that she has no use for paper and that they go straight into the trash. I didn’t want to, but out it came…the continent of trash floating in the Pacific Ocean and how many cities/states/countries are banning plastic shopping bags because there are just so many of them and they ultimately wind up in landfills or Texas sized trash islands in the ocean. She was undaunted and still absolutely righteous about her right to consume as many plastic bags as she desired. At least the cashier seemed relieved to have someone else dealing with the lady and her ignorant and selfish opinion.
Don’t you ever wonder sometimes…come across someone new and think…how is it possible that I share the planet with this person?
I think that people forget that we did perfectly well before plastic garbage bags. We managed to keep ourselves hydrated before plastic water bottles, we fed ourselves before the invention of fast food, we found affordable goods from local shopkeepers before Walmart. Heck, we were dandy before microwave ovens, cars, malls, and drive-through espresso. Different, but dandy nevertheless. When you don’t have the option any longer, you discover that most “necessities” are actually luxuries. That’s a silver lining of this economic depression. Just like people are discovering that they are still lovely without the monthly $200 haircut, that lady at the grocery store will find that she can rinse her trash cans out after emptying them or even…dare I say it?…reduce her waste stream and get rid of the little suckers all together.
I have to get back to my latest endeavor: 8 Gingerbread Houses. Why in the world would any person need to make 8 houses made of cookies? A better question would be “Why would a sane person invite their elementary aged students for a sleepover/craft day and happily volunteer to tackle gingerbread houses for everyone?” I will post photos tomorrow, the class will be here in just two hours!