Yesterday, I found myself at Walgreens, buying cleaning products. Now, mind you, this isn’t my ideal store for buying cleaning products, and would have much rather preferred making my own at home. But alas, I needed cleaning products ASAP in order to clean the house that we just moved out of (yes, we moved – more on that later).
So I picked the greenest products that I could find (Greenworks by Clorox – totally greenwashed, but I figured they were better than Lysol’s cancer-causing sprays) and walked up to the counter. I had in my hands 1 package of sponges and 2 bottles. Clearly, I could handle carrying these items to the cashier, despite my uber-pregnant state.
Once there, my cashier rang up my items and put them in a plastic bag. Ah, plastic bags. My arch nemesis. We meet again. So I politely said, “That’s ok, I don’t need a bag.” To which the cashier replied, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Looking puzzled. “But you have a lot to carry.”
“No, really, I’ll be ok. I don’t want the bag.”
“OK.” Giant sigh. Rolling of the eyes. Probably calling me a dirty hippie in her head.
I just don’t understand why it’s OK to carry the products in my hands to the counter WITHIN the store, but somehow, my hands fail to operate once I LEAVE the store? Can someone explain this to me?
Suburbanites are obsessed with their shopping bags. OBSESSED. I see very few people around here use reusable bags, and cashiers are often baffled by my refusal of plastic bags. But, the best solution (as I see it) is to continue to refuse the bags, prove to people that my adorable reusable bags OR my hands are just as efficient, if not more so, and press on.