Sorry Mr. Suzuki
I am trying very, very hard to remember to bring my reusable grocery bags to grocery stores and even, when I'm VERY with-it, to regular department stores. Today, however, my good intentions doubly punished Mother Earth.
I needed a tub of sour cream. So I slung a cloth bag over my shoulder and headed over to the Ultra mart.
I found the sour cream, proceeded to the check-out and then went into daydreaming mode and forgot to tell the young cashier that I had my own cloth bag. She had already put my sour cream tub (completely sealed up and non-contaminating, I might add) into a disposable plastic bag. Once I'd paid and she handed me the bag, I looked at it for a moment and then realized my mistake. "Actually," I proclaimed proudly, "I brought my own grocery bag today. So I don't need this one thanks."
I carefully took out the receipt and the product and put them in my cloth bag.
The girl shrugged as I gave her back her plastic bag. She balled it up with her hands and tossed it into a garbage.