One of my favorite things to do is go to the grocery store. It’s a good thing seeing that I go almost every day. It’s like my hobby. I hate though, when I get to the checkout, and they ask me where my reusable bags are. Not “do you HAVE reusable bags?” No. That would be way too nice, and not rude enough. It’s “Where are they?”
I have reusable bags. Tons of them. They are really cute, too. I just have a hard time remembering them. I am lucky to leave the house with my wallet and child, much less anything else.
I just recently organized all my closets. I put the bags in one close to the door, all in the same spot, so I wouldn’t forget. Nope, I forgot them. I even tried to put them in the back of my car. Forgot them. You better believe I am not walking out to the car with a baby in tow to go get them.
Most cashiers interpret this as me not giving a crap. Certain stores more than others. (ahem, Whole Foods) I don’t want an entire tree worth of bags in my kitchen any more than they do. It’s just that I am a mom. I used to be all over things. Now, my brain is slightly mushy, and I don’t remember things like I used to. Well, that and the fact that I am already carrying my wallet, phone and list, PLUS passies, snacks so he is quiet, juice cup, books, toys…you name it. Anything to get me through there without all eyes on me.