Dang! How embarrassing for two seasoned non-plastic-carrier-bagging-zero-waste-challengers.
“Never mind,” I mutter confidentally; “I’ll buy one of their reuseable cloth bags. I’ve been meaning to get one for ages anyway……..”
We reach the checkout and look around for the cloth bags. NO BAGS! They have an assortment of ‘bags for life’ which, basically means ‘thick plastic that ends up in the landfill’ to me, but nothing in cloth. There are no boxes either.
“Well, we’ll just have to carry it between us.” I say, figuring out how many items I can carry across the car park at once.
But no! Mr Green has other plans, which involve stripping at the checkout!
To the gasps of delight from females across the store and shifty glances from the men, Mr Green removes his top.
The cashier looks all flustered and the colour rises in her cheeks. It’s like a remake of the Levi Jeans advert we all used to pour over (in fact, it was that advert that was resonsible for me sourcing an original version of Marvin Gaye’s “I head it through the grapevine” at great expense) as temperatures soar in the local Co-Op.
Ice creams melt, fish leap off the fish counter, ladies in their seventies start provocatively patting their blue rinses and children everywhere cover their eyes.
What does he have in mind?
His very own jumpabag
Go on, Mrs Green; show us what’s in the bag……
Pure genius! I love this resourceful man of mine (and so do most of the staff and customers in the co-op!)