When smart letters turn stupid
Mar. 9th, 2004 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamer_easyFrom today's SMH:
Getting your groceries out of the supermarket without using a dozen plastic bags is really very simple.
Say "No bags, thanks" to the checkout operator and they will place your purchases to the side. Then you simply put them back into your trolley and take them to your car.
You then pack them into the box or clothes basket you have in your boot so you can easily carry them indoors when you get home. It's easy, practical, and works; and you don't even need any calico shopping bags that the greenies are in a frenzy to sell us.
Darin Russell, Coogee, March 8.
This is an intelligent and environmentalist solution to the plastic bag problem, spoilt by the whine at the end. I don't know about you, but my alarmingly large supply of calico bags comes not just from tree-hugging Maenads, but from Adyar books, West Ryde library, Amnesty International, Mom, and... the supermarket.
Of course, as a frenzied greenie, I don't actually have a car into which to load my groceries, which means that (a) a sturdy backpack is more useful, preferably one not recently confused with a kitty litter tray; and (b) I hafta bum rides offa people.
Getting your groceries out of the supermarket without using a dozen plastic bags is really very simple.
Say "No bags, thanks" to the checkout operator and they will place your purchases to the side. Then you simply put them back into your trolley and take them to your car.
You then pack them into the box or clothes basket you have in your boot so you can easily carry them indoors when you get home. It's easy, practical, and works; and you don't even need any calico shopping bags that the greenies are in a frenzy to sell us.
Darin Russell, Coogee, March 8.
This is an intelligent and environmentalist solution to the plastic bag problem, spoilt by the whine at the end. I don't know about you, but my alarmingly large supply of calico bags comes not just from tree-hugging Maenads, but from Adyar books, West Ryde library, Amnesty International, Mom, and... the supermarket.
Of course, as a frenzied greenie, I don't actually have a car into which to load my groceries, which means that (a) a sturdy backpack is more useful, preferably one not recently confused with a kitty litter tray; and (b) I hafta bum rides offa people.
