I’m at the counter of a local thrift shop, buying three vintage t-shirts.
“No bag, please,” I request.
—“No bag?” repeats the nice lady at the register.
“Nah, I can just carry those.”
—“Saves the environment, right?”
“Yeah... There are whole islands of plastic floating around the oceans.”
—“I know, it’s a shame.”
I hand over a bill, and she gives me back the change.
... Then grabs a plastic bag from the dispenser, and starts bagging up my three tees.
“Wait, the bag!” I exclaim.
—“Oh geez, right. And we we just talking about that! Sorry. You get in the habit.”
She throws the unwanted bag in the garbage with a sigh.
“But... Maybe the next customer will want it?”
—“I’m not supposed to use it if it’s already out of the thing,” she says apologetically.
I start to go, but turn back.
“OK, I'll take the bag from the garbage” I say, rueful. “I’ll try to use it for... something.”
Making change is hard.
“No bag, please,” I request.
—“No bag?” repeats the nice lady at the register.
“Nah, I can just carry those.”
—“Saves the environment, right?”
“Yeah... There are whole islands of plastic floating around the oceans.”
—“I know, it’s a shame.”
I hand over a bill, and she gives me back the change.
... Then grabs a plastic bag from the dispenser, and starts bagging up my three tees.
“Wait, the bag!” I exclaim.
—“Oh geez, right. And we we just talking about that! Sorry. You get in the habit.”
She throws the unwanted bag in the garbage with a sigh.
“But... Maybe the next customer will want it?”
—“I’m not supposed to use it if it’s already out of the thing,” she says apologetically.
I start to go, but turn back.
“OK, I'll take the bag from the garbage” I say, rueful. “I’ll try to use it for... something.”
Making change is hard.
