Grump

Yesterday on my way home, I finally saw someone with one of those canvas bags that trumpets some variant on "ONE LESS PLASTIC BAG." Though recycling is a hard cause to argue with, it sort of made me wish I'd had a tag on my plastic bag that said "ONE MORE DAY I DON'T HAVE TO BUY A PACKAGE OF KITCHEN BINLINERS" or, more bluntly "ONE LESS CANVAS BAG SACRIFICED TO TRANSPORTING KITTY LITTER," or perhaps "SHOW ME YOUR RECEIPTS FOR LUNAPADS AND REUSABLE CLOTH DIAPERS AND WE'LL TALK," etc.

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LJ tells me there's a global zombie uprising, but I didn't notice any living dead today, except for myself at the office this morning; and even my mother-in-law seems to be doing better, health-wise. However I was attacked on the way home by the annual uprising of overenthusiastic industrial lawn sprinklers. Had to run the gauntlet, and for a while a managed a good frogger-style timed stopping and starting to dodge the streams of water as they spun, but eventually my timing went off and my blouse got soaked. I think that might be a movie trope as well, but luckily the zombie frat boys were in the downtown core, so nobody hooted at me and I soon dried off in the heat.