Monday, August 5, 2013

Wow this is really true of our youth today!


The last line is priceless. No need to say more
 
 
Being Green
 
 
Checking out at the store, 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, soda bottles and beer bottles
 
to the store. The store 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 scribblings.
 
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 diapers because we didn't have the
 
throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling
 
machine burning up 220 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 Montana . 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 gasoline 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 streetcar or a bus and kids rode their
 
bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour
 
taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV 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 burger
 
joint.
 
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 smartass young person...
 
 
We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take
 
much to piss us off...especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced
 
smartass who can't make change without the cash register telling them
 
how much.
 
 
    GOD BLESS AMERICA

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