Doña Berta's shopping bag |
I know, it’s a world wide problem. But as with a lot of things, in Honduras it seems to be worse. It might be a nuisance in other places, but here it’s epidemic. It’s everywhere. It haunts me. There is no escape.
I’m talking about
The Plastic Bag.
It’s not just the
fact that with each and every purchase you get a plastic bag. You often get multiple bags! And there is no way
refusing them! Apparently there’s this unwritten but sacred etiquette to the
use of plastic bags. It must be something like this:
-Any business shall hand out as many
plastic bags to the customer as possible. Be stingy with anything, but with
plastic bags.
-The customer shall receive as many plastic bags as
he or she can, and preferably ask for more.
-If the purchased products are several, in stead of
using one bag, try to put the different products in as many separate bags as
possible.
-Do not ever put cleaning materials (albeit already
wrapped in plastic) in the same bag with edible products (often also packed in
plastic) in the unlikely case the food might take on the smell of the cleaning
products on the short trip home.
-Do not pack food products meant for humans in the
same back with product for animals. (Imagine a can of dog Chow and a can of
condensed milk in the same bag! Gross!)
-At the market, even if the customer brings her own
shopping bag, put every single vegetable or fruit in a separate bag before
depositing it in the shopping bag.
-In case the customer needs immediate use of his/her
purchase, the plastic back is immediately discarded outside the store. (And not
in the garbage can, of course).
-Since plastic bags are so common and so abundant,
there is no reason for reuse whatsoever.
-Plastic bags make great flying objects on the
streets and therefore need not to be recycled.
-Plastic bags also add a nice fragrance to
home-burned garbage, yet another reason not to be recycled.
I started my War
against the Plastic Bag many years ago, and am still fighting it. It’s a lost,
case, I know, but I won’t give up. While I was the director of an NGO, we had
this rule that no plastic bags were allowed into the office. We had big
shopping bags for everybody’s use and accepting a plastic bag was punished with
a 5 Lempira fine. The first months after implying this rule there was quite bit
of money in the kitty, but my colleagues eventually got used to the No Plastic Bag
Policy. So it is possible…
Doña Berta, the
owner of one of my favourite stores in the world (see a previous post on her
store here) liked our policy too and it inspired her to have canvas shopping
bags made for her regular customers. After all, as a shop owner, she’s sick and
tired of having to pay for all those plastic bags!
It’s an honour to
be an inspiration, so I carry Doña Berta’s bag proudly. It has more value to me
than a Louis Vuitton bag, and probably holds more too. Unfortunately, I’m the only one. I don’t know
what it is, but people in town rather die than be seen with a shopping bag on
the street…
The Plastic Bag
Situation is bad enough as it is, but it is even worse if they are imposed on
you. Even without accepting any
plastic bags, I admit I have hundreds of them, with no clear clue of how they
got into my possession! Really, there is no escape of the Plastic Bag… Not even
here in the small town of Copán Ruinas,
where everybody knows me. True, in a lot of stores the bag boy gets hissed at
before he can trap my purchases: Stop! She
doesn’t want a bag!!! But all too often I have to literally beg not to give me a bag.
Instead of asking whether you want a bag, the
cashier starts shoving your stuff in a bag anyway. I usually say:
“I don’t want a
bag.”
Nothing happens.
“I
don’t want a bag!”
The bagging
continues.
“I
don’t want a bag!!!”
Nothing. So after
I’ve paid and receiving several plastic bags, I start to unpack it all. That’s
when the cashier finally wakes up from his or her preconditioned state of
oblivion and looks at me like I’m the craziest person on earth.
Maybe I am.
But I still don't want that plastic bag.
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