Paper carrier bags

are cunts.

I bought a new pair of walking boots today . They came in a large box, so when asked if I wanted a bag, I said yes please.
I was then presented with a flimsy brown paper bag with handles. It felt like it would rip if anything heavier than a couple of oranges went in it. I looked outside to confirm that, yes, it was still raining ( being Somerset in February, not unusual).
The bag had started to deteriorate before I reached the end of the road. The choice was to put the box on my head like a tribeswoman, or buy another bag for 30p in the nearest supermarket.
Obviously another green initiative, although they could have saved money and ink by not having their logo and contact details on the brown paper bag. But as usual, not dealing with the realities of life.

I have probably missed the point in that I was supposed to get a warm glow of altruism for sporting the flimsy article. I should have pointed it out to all the people on the 376 bus coming back from Wells. At least I would have got a seat to myself. What a load of unmitigated cunt.

Nominated by Mary Hinge.

65 thoughts on “Paper carrier bags

    • Get the steamroller man to run over then. He could give a jolly wave to the kiddies as he drove by.

    • That is a name I would never want to see in the dead pool.

      Meanwhile, there is hope for Thomas and I, as Keith Richards is still very much alive.

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