My first couple of attempts at grocery shopping under the oppressive law of the compact went fairly well. The first time, I went to get vegetables and fruit only. I went to a Metro in town intending to buy local as much as possible and try to avoid any stupid plastic on the vegetables. I was quite skeptical of being able to find any local vegetables or fruit, in January in
. After looking around for a while I realized there was actually a good bit of things grown locally (“In Quebec ” the signs said, so that’s going to be ‘local’ enough for my purposes, for now). The cucumber, cabbage and romaine were grown in Quebec . Who would have known that some forward thinking person would have the good sense to grow vegetables in a cold as hell part of the world; good work comrades. Anyways, I also got some carrots from “The USA”, and a tomato from…I don’t remember. We’ll say Quebec , or wherever that’s not Mexico or the States. Pleasantly, all of this delicious produce was wrapping and package free. Success! Sort of. I got to the cash and realized, like a douche, I left my re-useable sac in the car. I asked the cashier if I could just use the hand basket to bring it to the car and she told me no problem. As I was getting to the car somebody called me on my cell phone and I put the basket in the car as I was distracted, and just got in the car and drove away with their basket (we’re not buying ‘new’ stuff this year, so does stolen stuff count? Just kidding I brought it back). Canada
The next round of groceries went considerably worse. I went with Hannah after her gym training, when she was very hungry, and she managed to convince me to buy a bunch of items on the grounds that ‘its recyclable packaging, Dad’. So, I suffered temporary brainwash at the hands of my seven year old daughter. I am a sucker. She convinced me to buy Lucky Charms cereal and boxes of crackers, as well as nestle quick syrup and frozen concentrate juice (who the hell knew – other than
Erin – that those were not completely recyclable?). So when I got home a large majority of my shopping was vetoed. I agreed to return the cereal and crackers, due to the plastic wrap they are in, inside the boxes, but could not return the juice and the syrup for the shame I would have suffered returning 90% of a grocery trip’s items. Note to self: child will trick you, keep on your toes.
Hopefully I will learn from my frightfully disgraceful second attempt at groceries.
Score 1 out of 2.