Ah, Young Grasshopper, do you ever wonder what happens to those plastic bags we all-too-readily carry away from where goods are sold?
Put aside any artistic residue from the opening of the film "I (heart) Huckabees."
There are two alternatives to this common question: "Paper or plastic?"
1) "Neither ... I don't need a bag."
2) "I brought my own. Let me put my schtuff in it myself."
I snapped this photo last weekend, but it reminded me of spring in central Minnesota. In my past life working for the Great Bell Canoe Making Company, I used to drive past a landfill north of Elk River. The northwest and west winds of spring would literally spray plastic bag confetti all over the trees and bushes east of the landfill along the highway -- thousands of discarded plastic shopping bags. Not only was I slowly drilling it into my head that driving 60 miles one way to get to work was insane (not to mention I was working for an insane company), but that throwing away plastic was, in the least, depressing. Do yourself and our planet a favor, quit relying on the plastic bag (or paper bag, for that matter) to get your shit home from the store.