Checking
out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that
she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for
the environment.
The
woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this
'green thing' back in my earlier days."
The
young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not
care enough to save our environment for future generations."
The
older lady said that she was right our generation didn't have the
"green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:
Back
then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store.
The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and
refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really
were recycled. But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our
day.
Grocery
stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous
things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown
paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that
public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not
defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on
the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back
then.
We
walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and
office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a
300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was
right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.
Back
then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away
kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning
up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our
early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters,
not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have
the "green thing" back in our day.
Back
then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And
the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a
screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and
stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything
for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded
up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back
then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We
used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we
didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on
electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back
then.
We
drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a
plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens
with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a
razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got
dull. But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
Back
then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school
or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the
family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the
"green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of
sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized
gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space
in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But
isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were
just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?
Please
forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in
conservation from a smart ass young person.
We
don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us
off... Especially
from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can’t make change without the
cash register telling them how much.
your email of the day from TiaMaria
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