Plastic Free July Days 18-20

I'm coming to the conclusion that there is no easy way to avoid plastic.

And so I decided to stop obsessing over it, and play this thing a little more gently.

I am learning a lot.  I am learning that there is a lot more disposable plastic than I thought there was.  I'm learning that no matter how hard I try it's almost impossible to avoid.  I'm learning that it's going to take more than .01% of the world population knowing about this problem and actively doing something about it.

I'm learning to smile at the inevitability of generating disposable plastic every time I go shopping.  People mean well, but they just don't know.

So I was at the bulk bins.  I was over loaded with my glass jars, and all manner of cloth bags, and paper bags that I keep reusing.  The girl at the customer service desk was dancing to the music playing in the store.  We smiled at each other and I felt pretty good.  So far, I had managed to go to 2 places and not generate any disposable plastic.  I needed pasta.

Imagine trying to liberate dry fettuccine from a bulk bin with a pair of slippery plastic tongs.  Honestly, I usually just dip my hand in and grab what I need, but the customer service girl was watching me, so I said with a laugh, "Is there a trick to getting the pasta out using these tongs?"

My helpful, dancing angel skipped away and came back wearing a plastic glove where upon she dipped her hand in and filled my bag.  My dismay lasted about 3 seconds while I made a note to self to keep my big mouth shut in future.  Then I basked in the glow of a helpful, joyful exchange with another human being who assured me that anytime I wanted help with the pasta, anyone could get a glove on and get it for me.  I resisted the temptation to say, "In that case, I'll just go back to buying it in a plastic package. It's cheaper for one thing, and I don't have to pick it up off the floor." (Did I mention, she dropped the bag and my pasta came into contact with the floor?  Which most certainly is dirtier than my hand.  Good thing it cooks in boiling water.)

It just felt a lot better to focus on her willingness to help me, and her pure joy, than to think about the comedy of errors that resulted all because I was trying to avoid plastic in the first place.  The Trickster hangs out in my back pocket, and I have learned to laugh, when he strikes.

And the biggest laugh I get is from thinking I'm doing any good at all by buying from the bulk bins, when I know that much of that stuff comes in plastic to begin with.

Here's another candidate for an email. Just leave it in the burlap bags, you don't need to repackage it.

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