Quick like the rabbit
In a move of distinct environmentalist fascism, SF is implementing an ordinace that requires grocers to only single-bag groceries. While I’m all for saving the environment, this is a triumph against common sense since how can one bag hold, for instance, a jumbo bottle of beach and a mega-jug of Tanqueray (not uncommon purchases in my grocery shopping excursions).
I’m also sick of getting the barest hint of disdain from the hippie cashiers at Real Foods or Whole Foods or whatever the hell it is when I ask for a plastic bag. Unlike the upper crust of San Franciscans, I walk my ass to wherever I need to go or go by bus. I don’t drive in my little SUV, circle the block eight hundred times for a parking place, then think I’m doing my due diligence as a citizen of Planet Earth by producing my own nylon bags at the checkout line.
Besides which, I reuse my grocery bags as trash bags at home, or use them to bring my lunch to work. So leave me the hell alone, let me bag the shit I buy with my own money the way I want, and double up, please.
