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From time to time, I get in a bit of a rant mode; Lately, it has been one of "how would your feel?" Yeah, I am kinda stuck on the negative at the moment but, read on later in the week, I have some positive "how would you feels" coming up. Today, I wanted to talk about, in a tongue and cheek manner, about feeling like a criminal for doing the right thing.
Let me begin by telling you what I did that I thought was so right. In my humble loft, amidst my wreckage caused by my curse of never wanting to throw anything away, I felt a tad bit remorse about the amazing number of plastic grocery bags I accumulated. Now, I have read interesting articles about turning them into door mats, I don't get much company. That solution wouldn't work.
Next my mind turned into what I should do. A few days later, at the local grocery check out, I noticed they were selling re-usable bags. Like the ones my non-modern-obsolete grandparents used to use when they took me to market. Back in the oh-so-stupid days when we demanded fresh produce and the right to haggle over price. I was so struck by them as a solution that I actually uttered "eureka". I bought two.
The hippie in me really felt good about it. No more excessive plastic bags met I was sparing the life of many plastic plants out there. I don't know what ecosystem they grow in but plants that never need water and fade so little MUST be preserved. I left and anxiously awaited my next walk to the grocery store. Unfortunately, everything after that was just a mixed bag.
The next time I went to the store, I forgot the bags. Filled with negative feelings, I was determined not to do the same next visit. In that I did succeed, the next day, I arrived with both bags. I strolled in feeling good, grabbed a basket, and headed to produce. On my merry, proud way I was stopped by a police officer shouting at me.
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