I Keep Forgetting My Reusable Shopping Bags
Saturday, March 29th, 2008I just got back from our very expensive local grocery store. I just wanted to share a little story.
I had to pick up a few things. I am going to surprise Laura tonight with nice portobello mushrooms on focaccia bread. It’s going to be sooo nice.
I usually don’t go shopping this late on a Saturday and now I know why. All the freaks are out. The store was full of local yocals. I thought I was going to get sick while walking by a small cluster of rednecks that stunk like cigarette smoke. Yeah, have another…you just keep looking better and better, folks. They were talkin’ it up though, so at least they were having fun. Anyway, I just did my shopping with my nose in the air, like I normally do.
After I checked out and was walking through the exit, I noticed this lady following me. I was sure she was one of them, so I looked behind me to give her my, “I am different than you so stay the hell away from me, stare.” Well, right as I turned around, she says, “I’m impressed!!!” At first, I thought she was talking about my butt. If that was the case, I would have to agree. It ends up that she was talking about my reusable bags. I didn’t forget them at home this time. I instantly turned my scowl into a big smile. I was so happy that there was someone else out there in this little town who gave a damn. I could tell she had a brain. We chatted for a bit about how I usually forget the bags and how she does too. I giggled and she laughed. Then, we parted ways and I thought about how I wanted to write about this during the whole ride home. So here I am, writing about it.
You see, there is a silver lining in a lot of things out there. This time, it just ended up in my reusable bags.
Good bye.
