Plastic ... or ... Not
Is there a philosophy of plastic bags? Their use? The nature of their being? What one can know about plastic bags? The ethics of plastic bagging? I would not have thought so, but there is a convenience store and supermarket nearby that makes me wonder. The convenience store, like all convenience stores, sells junk food at exorbitant prices. Yet this doesn’t stop me from going to the store every day to purchase a couple bottles of pepsi, some chips, and an ice cream or two. The first time I ever bought something in this store that’s what I purchased. And this is what happens: I place my items down at the register, and the male clerk rings up each item, placing each one right back down on the counter. I swipe my credit card, and he gives me a receipt. Then we stare at one another. Waiting. I refuse to say the obvious. He must take the first step. We wait. We stare. The line builds. Customers are getting grumpy. Finally, he says Clerk: What? Me: