Count me in favor of the plastic bag tax. I try to bring a reusable bag to the grocery store as often as I can, but I admit I don’t always remember it. That’s the beauty of the tax though. It’s a little extra incentive to forget less often. It’s like a permanent ribbon tied around your finger. In fact, I could have used such a reminder yesterday.
I made a quick trip to the store to pick up two items for dessert. Since I knew I was only going to get two items I planned on carrying them out, gasp, without bags. Unfortunately, I had some trouble with the credit card machine and one of the store employees bagged for me. Apparently, each item needed a separate bag. I guess root beer and ice cream have no business next to each other. <insert your own root beer float joke here>
Luckily, I was given a foot long receipt to remember what I purchased, and a paper coupon I could use in case I wanted to buy some granola next week.
Perhaps grocery stores could actually store receipt information and coupons on accounts that link up to those nifty little cards they make everyone sign up for. At least I’d feel like I was getting something in return for my personal information.
On a less whiny side note: Thomas Kemper Root Beer is quite delicious.