I’ve almost lived in Brooklyn for a year now and I’ve found some differences living in New York than what I’m used to as a lifelong Bay Stater. More observations to come.
I’ll admit that I’m a card-carrying liberal (not like that’s outrageous these days). The environment is a big deal to me. I hate littering like few others. I recycle everything I can. I hate wasting resources. So, I almost always decline having my groceries or other purchases bagged. If I do end up with a plastic bag, I either reuse it or make sure its recycled (which is not particularly easy to do).
In New York, though, people react strangely to the notion of not needing a bag at stores. Maybe it’s because this city is already covered in trash, I dunno. Whenever I buy items like a drink, a candy bar, or a ream of paper, I normally tell the clerk that, “I don’t need a bag.” I’m perfectly capable of carrying one or two items. Everywhere else, this has worked fine. It’s just accepted that I don’t like plastic bags. In New York, I’ve been given strange looks on more than one occasion but the weirdest response was a clerk at a 7-Eleven sarcastically thanking me for saving them the trouble. Listen, fella, this was way more about my bleeding heart liberalism than it ever was about saving 7-Eleven the cost of a plastic bag.
Also, I really look like an adult wearing a backpack everywhere I go.
This is the story of the little blog post that could.
Would you guess my most read blog post would be about ice cream? That post was published one year ago