April 19, 2009
10:38 am
She was saving the petroleum for her commute
The woman behind me at the checkout looked on distain as my groceries were put into plastic bags. She made a show of putting her canvas bags on the conveyor.
I'd stopped off on the way home to pick up a few things and didn't have my reusable bags in hand. Being a good liberal, I was appalled at myself, actually. But I didn't expect an actual reaction from anyone else, and I was a bit perturbed at being judged by this woman.
Until I got to the parking lot.
As I loaded my purchases into the back of my 40mpg diesel VW that qualified for a clean car tax credit, she wheeled her cart past me and stopped at an 11mpg Jeep Cherokee.
The woman behind me at the checkout looked on distain as my groceries were put into plastic bags. She made a show of putting her canvas bags on the conveyor.
I'd stopped off on the way home to pick up a few things and didn't have my reusable bags in hand. Being a good liberal, I was appalled at myself, actually. But I didn't expect an actual reaction from anyone else, and I was a bit perturbed at being judged by this woman.
Until I got to the parking lot.
As I loaded my purchases into the back of my 40mpg diesel VW that qualified for a clean car tax credit, she wheeled her cart past me and stopped at an 11mpg Jeep Cherokee.
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