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Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Being 'Green'

A friend sent this to me by email:

Being Green 

Checking out at the shop, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. 

The woman apologized 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." 

She was right -- our generation didn't have the 'green thing' in its day. 

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soft drink bottles and beer bottles to the shop or pub. The shop/pub 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 schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribbling. 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 nappies because we didn't have the throw away kind We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 240 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 Queensland. 
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 petrol 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 blades 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 tram or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 4wd 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 hamburger shop. 

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 arse young person... 

We don't like getting old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off...especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smart arse who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.
 
  

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