A Call to Action Day #3
Okay, today took the cake for weird-reaction-to-my-heroic-new-environmentalist stance.
I was working downtown again. There’s a great Lebanese place across the street from my office that sells soups. I took in my nicely rinsed out plastic soup container. The one the grumpy guy behind the counter had given me just a few days earlier.
This time, the look on the guy’s face was not one of horror, but anger. What the hell do you think you’re doing? he seemed to be thinking.
He scowled, grabbed the container and threw it on the table behind him. He said, “If I took back these things I’d save myself $3 - 4,000 a month!”
I thought… surely that’s a good thing?
Then he relented a bit and admitted, “You could sue me for finding something in your soup.”
God damn, litigation rears it’s ugly head? I’m just trying to reduce the size of landfills, man!
Failure #2 billion: Couldn’t get the soup guy to accept my used container.
Success #2: Re-used my Dunkin Donuts styrofoam cup and survived the server’s horrified expression.
Success #1: We bought three big plastic Gatorade bottles on the way back from the Cape today. We will wash them out and use them as water bottles.