I did some shopping yesterday. And, as I often do, I forgot to take a bag with me, and had to use one of the thin plastic bags available at the checkout. But then again, I'm not feeling too guilty because that bag has already been reused to take the cat's litter out to the bin.
It was the couple in front of me at the checkout that worried me. As they came to the head of the queue, the woman produced one of the heavier "bags for life", waved it at the cashier and said something along the lines of "This one's battered. Could I have a new one please?" And, without a second's hesitation (or any charge), the lad on the till took it from her, dropped it on the floor beside him, and gave her a brand new heavy duty plastic bag.
The bag the woman handed over didn't look that bad to me; just a little scuffed. Surely that isn't how "bags for life" are supposed to work? I've been using the same one since before Christmas for my regular Friday outing.
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