the bag lady
Posted by adiamondinsunlight on September 24, 2007
Do you have a bag I can borrow? G asked the other night, burdened with assorted bottles of ranch dressing, Tylenol cold products and other goodies brought back from the US.
Of course, I yelled from the salon. There’s one in the kitchen. Do you see it?
You’ve got to be kidding, G called back. No way am I taking that bag.
Well. I like the bag, but in G’s defense, his next stop was an all-guys poker game.
There should be other bags in the cupboard by the refrigerator, I said.
For a few moments, I heard the sounds of plastic shuffling, and then:
ARE YOU SERIOUS? G called. You brought bags from TARGET back to Lebanon?
Errgh. We all have our quirks. When I travel, I wrap my toiletries in ziplock bags, and my shoes and clothing in plastic shopping bags. And yes, I do end up lining my trash cans with US shopping bags for the first month. A bit weird, but … you know … all the comforts of home :D.