This has happened to us all….now, hasn’t it? The question is: What do you do?
Most folks will give in and take a bag, swearing to themselves they’ll remember next time. And I’ve been known to do that. But I’ve been better known to walk out of the store with cucumbers cradled beneath my armpits, and all the other products stacked up, balancing tomatoes against my chin. I’m determined, damn it. The system is not going to beat me.
Besides, I always think of Mrs. Green’s post where she says “I can carry it out.” She shows various pictures in front of various stores where she only purchased one item, and lo and behold, she carried it out in her very own hands, sans bag. I also found this one of where her husband forgot his bag and created one from what he wore. Genius. I love those posts. I think about them every time I see someone leave a store with one item in a bag. I wish I had my computer so I could say, “Have you seen this woman? Have you read about her family? Doesn’t she have a point?”
So, a few months ago, I didn’t even bring my mesh bags because I had no intention of getting produce at the commissary. I would pick up what I needed on the way home at the market so the bag waited in the car.
Oh, but then I saw the green grapes. No one sold green grapes at any market around our house and just thinking about them, all sour and sweet made my mouth water. I glanced them over and they called to me…..hmmmm. What if I just took two clusters? And then I saw the broccoli. Broccoli wasn’t in season at the moment but the doctor said I was low on iron and broccoli would be perfect. So I picked up a crown and placed the grapes and broccoli on top of the product at the bottom of my basket.
When I arrived at the self-check-out, I placed them directly on the glass scale that you scan your food over. Eeeewww. Really? It didn’t bother me a lick. The more germs I’m exposed to, the stronger my immune system is–has always been my philosophy. Of course, that might explain my limp from the parasites bestowed upon me from eating food at a truck stop in the Amazon. Ah, but that’s a story for another day. But really, why do we need to put the produce in plastic just to carry it home? Don’t you wash them once you’re home anyway before you eat them? Isn’t that what soap and water is for?
Once I arrived home, I washed them under the sink in cold water, rinsing them around.
And then I ate them.
And guess what? I’m not dead yet….and I didn’t use one of those wretched plastic bags.