"Sturdy, reusable mainstay of the grocery industry," the clerk usually says, "or shabby non-reusable turtle-choker?"
I'm paraphrasing. Paper or plastic, that is the question.
It's nice when they ask. Some baggers shove everything in plastic as soon as the belt's moving, and you have to say nay, "Paper, please." Makes you feel like you're adjusting your monocle and admonishing the chauffeur for filling the tires of the Rolls with domestic air instead of imported.
Sometimes they shrug and refile from plastic to pulp; sometimes you get a look like you asked them to bubble-wrap the tomatoes and bag everything in alphabetical order.
I hate plastic. It's a nuisance. If you throw it out you're bad, because somehow it ends up in the ocean gagging dolphins, so you stuff it somewhere. After a month you have a big bag of bags, which you take to the grocery store and stuff into a bigger bag of bags, which we trust they recycle, much like people who drop off dogs in the country believe they find a home on a farm.
But as long as there's a recycling logo over the drop-off, you're good. It's like an absolution.
Several weeks ago at Target the clerk starting throwing everything in plastic bags, and I had to say: Sorry, old chap, paper's my game.
"We're out," he said.