For the first time that I can recall, I felt like a dinosaur yesterday. I bought plastic bags at the grocery store. And I felt so pathetic.
Poor dinosaur guy, doesn't even know that plastic has gone the way of the pterodactyl. No wonder he's lost most of his hair, he uses plastic. That guy doesn't care about children, he uses plastic. Plastic is for evil people, should I call the police on him? People who use plastic should be shipped to an island in the arctic. Burn him!
Those last few lines were what was in my own head. No one actually said anything. It was just that they all looked at me so pathetically. I felt like a moron.
Okay, I made that part up too, but I still felt like times were passing me by. When you can't go prepared to the grocery store, can you do anything else productive?
I admit it, I'm a dinosaur! I'm trying to deal with it.