Also, because it makes Al Gore happy or whatever.
Here is why I need to keep those reusable shopping bags in my car:
Because, inevitably, on the day when I reward myself for overcoming inertia, social anxiety, and ... whatever is usually going on in my head to make a long-overdue doctor's appointment AND finally ask a co-worker for dentist and eye doctor recommendations AND actually make a dentist's appointment, and decide to reward myself (and prepare for tonight's hockey game) by stopping by that liquor store that's on the way home to see if they have Hendrick's Gin and/or any locally-brewed Belgian-style blonde ales*, and wind up buying both...
Inevitably, on that day, when I arrive home I will discover my lovely Bible-study-attending downstairs neighbor playing wiffle-bat baseball in the backyard with five neighborhood kids plus her toddler, and, also inevitably, the nicely anonymous paper bag from the liquor store will rip under the combined weight of all that alcohol and/or sin, and while I am attempting to repackage my haul into that one forlorn Sainsbury's bag that I don't even know why it's in my car, the six-year-old girl who lives next door and has taken a shine to me will come over to peer into my car and ask if those are all my drinks.
*facepalm*
But on the bright side, I will be enjoying a bottle of Milwaukee Brewing Company's Flaming Damsel with my pizza tonight.
*Let me just say, no one is more surprised than me to realize I have some inkling of an actual kind of beer I actually like to drink. Apparently having a brother who's a bartender is at long last having some sort of effect...
Because, inevitably, on the day when I reward myself for overcoming inertia, social anxiety, and ... whatever is usually going on in my head to make a long-overdue doctor's appointment AND finally ask a co-worker for dentist and eye doctor recommendations AND actually make a dentist's appointment, and decide to reward myself (and prepare for tonight's hockey game) by stopping by that liquor store that's on the way home to see if they have Hendrick's Gin and/or any locally-brewed Belgian-style blonde ales*, and wind up buying both...
Inevitably, on that day, when I arrive home I will discover my lovely Bible-study-attending downstairs neighbor playing wiffle-bat baseball in the backyard with five neighborhood kids plus her toddler, and, also inevitably, the nicely anonymous paper bag from the liquor store will rip under the combined weight of all that alcohol and/or sin, and while I am attempting to repackage my haul into that one forlorn Sainsbury's bag that I don't even know why it's in my car, the six-year-old girl who lives next door and has taken a shine to me will come over to peer into my car and ask if those are all my drinks.
*facepalm*
But on the bright side, I will be enjoying a bottle of Milwaukee Brewing Company's Flaming Damsel with my pizza tonight.
*Let me just say, no one is more surprised than me to realize I have some inkling of an actual kind of beer I actually like to drink. Apparently having a brother who's a bartender is at long last having some sort of effect...