The cashier asked me the other day, “Is plastic OK?”

What do you say to something like that?

I don’t tote my own bags….I don’t come prepared.

I worry about things….but I don’t do anything other than worry.

I told him that I guessed it was OK.

Maybe consciousness is a start…..maybe thinking about things spurs some occasional action?

I bought some chicken thighs (boneless!) to barbecue last night.

Man, they were good.

(But how much better for the planet it would be if none of us ate meat? It’s insane how we buy these “processed” animals….too convenient. One session of actually butchering what we consume would change most of the population to vegetarians….but….I digress…)

That chicken….that meat….that product…tasted good with some good sauce….grilled to perfection.

If I went to the store and that chicken wasn’t sealed up tight in a plastic cocoon,though, I would freak out and complain to management.

If the cashier dumped my loose chicken into any kind of bag, I’d freak out.

You can’t let chicken touch anything until it’s cooked.

You have to be careful with a piece of raw chicken.

More careful with the chicken than you’d be with a raw carrot.

I can whine or worry about the plastic….but I have to remember that most of the things that wrap or contain or deliver or restrain….are plastic.

What’s going to keep me safe if plastic wasn’t around?

There’s a lot of good things that are plastic….just like there’s a lot of crap that’s designed to break the minute you get it out of the dollar store.

I guess that I’m better off if I don’t make myself think too much about any of this stuff.

I am better off just enjoying the chicken….or, maybe, waking up a little and stopping my meat consumption?

I’m better off if I don’t consider the question, “Is plastic OK?”.

It’s easier to just make my purchase, hand the cashier my plastic to pay the store with my money in the cloud, and move on with my life.