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.
