Friday, March 31, 2017

The Green Thing

This one was sent to me by my good friend, Ellen.


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.