Plastic bags are outlawed in the town where I shop.
You either bring your own bag, or buy a paper one for 5 cents.
Five cents is no big deal. It’s just irritating.
So I’ve been accumulating an assortment of my own… some for free, some cost a buck or two. And I’m doing pretty good remembering to bring them along. Sometimes I put them in the car, but forget to bring them into the store… which is even more irritating.
Apparently other folks have the same problem. I’ve seen a package of pork chops stuffed into a jacket pocket… and a loaf of bread snuggled into a baby carrier… with the baby. You got to do what you got to do.
This morning I remembered to put my bags into the car… AND… bring them into the store. It was a good day.
A young man walked in, just as I headed out with my cornucopia of loaded bags. He looked much like any one of my four sons…
…strong, hardworking, manly.
Dressed in work books, blue jeans and a Carhart-style jacket… a lovely, lavender floral print shopping bag swung from his right hand.
I stared at him.
I could not help it.
And when he saw me he did the predictable guy thing… crumpled the bag into a ball and stuffed it under his arm.
I felt kind of bad for him. But it got me thinking… maybe there’s a market for man shopping bags! Brown or black canvas… perhaps a nice stripe or a muted plaid. OK, that might be too much. But I could be on to something.
Manly Man Shopping Bags
Seriously, can you see any of the four above carrying a lavender, floral print?
Maybe I should break out the sewing machine.
Because BYOB will eventually be in your town. And our menfolk deserve better.