Holier than They

I went with Ace to the Mountain View farmer's market for the first time two weekends ago.  We bought bread (plastic bag), kiwis (plastic bag), flowers (newspapers and plastic wrapping), honey (no bag, but sticky), and a yummy smoked-salmon dip (small, white paper bag).  As we were juggling our purchases, Ace said,

"Do you feel out of place because we didn't bring our own bag?"

I looked up and looked around, and every single person there had a reusable canvas tote, from Trader Joe's, or Whole Foods, or NPR...  I felt their eyes burning into my soul, searching for that black part of it that made it not even occur to me to bring my own bag.

The next weekend, we were parking when I suddenly freaked out. 

"No bag!"

"What?"

"We don't have a bag!  We have to bring a bag!"

I dove into the trunk of my car, rummaged around and grabbed a gym bag where I usually store my bike shoes for spinning class and dumped everything out. 

We sauntered into the market with our cute little Stanford red nylon bag.  I saw some schlub with a plastic bag, and gave him the evil eye. 

"He must not know how it works around here.  Maybe he's a tourist."

Comments

[Frema]

Ever since Adina posted that nugget, I've been giving it serious thought. But dude, that's a lot of cloth bags I'd have to buy!