I picked up lunch at Trader Joe’s today, a healthy attempt to counteract the wreckage inflicted upon myself at the Edison last night. But, in one small trip to the store, I may have killed the earth a little.
“Is plastic OK?” asked Hawaiian shirt boy.
“Sure,” I replied.
What? WTF was I thinking? Was I so rattled by the chaos that is the Sherman Oaks Trader Joe’s/WAMU parking lot that I would have agreed to anything to escape?
I had an inner discussion with myself about a tree dying had I chosen paper, followed by self-loathing for not having used the reusable bag that is still wrapped, in my car, parked around the corner. I then laid blame to The Man, for having offered me the Earth-killer to begin with.
There’s an old…saying in California…I know it’s in Texas, probably in California that says Fool me once… Shame on… Shame on you… Fool me… Can’t get fooled again.