There’s no glory in picking up litter on a cold, rainy day. Only wet plastic bags dripping water onto your mesh shoes which you probably shouldn’t be wearing on a rainy day in January.
And after you tote your twins and your reusable bags into the supermarket where it takes longer to use the bathroom then to pick out your purchases. And despite the cloth bags the woman who bundles your groceries still puts your Cheddar Bunnies into a plastic bag, probably because they were in a cardboard box and she didn’t want them to crush your pears, and you don’t have the heart to say anything because you’re coming down with a runny nose and a sore throat and your shoes are wet. So you take your reusable bags and your soul-sucking plastic bag and you leave -feeling defeated.