Monday 6 January 2014

The Green Thing!

Checking out at the supermarket, 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 apologised and explained, "We didn't have this 'green 
thing' back in my earlier days."

The young cashier responded, "That's our problem today - your 
Generation did not care enough to save our environment for future 

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

Back then, we returned milk bottles, lemonade bottles and beer 
bottles to the shop. The shop sent them back to the plant to be washed 
and sterilised 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 shops bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we re-
used for numerous things, most memorable besides household bags for 
rubbish, 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 personalise 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 a lift in every 
supermarket, shop and office building. We walked to the local shop and 
didn't climb into a 300 horsepower machine every time we had to go half 
a mile.

But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's Terry Towel nappies because we didn't 
have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-
gobbling machine burning up 3 kilowatts – wind and solar power really did 
dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids had 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 radio or TV in the house - not a TV in every 
room and the TV had a small screen the size of a big handkerchief 
(remember them?), not a screen the size of Scotland 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 pushed the 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 tap or 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 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 £5
0,000 ‘People Carrier’ which cost the same as 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 computerised gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 
23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest Pub!

But isn't it sad that the current generation laments how wasteful we 
old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back 

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 being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much 
to piss us off...especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartarse 
who can't work out the change without the cash register telling them 
how much it is!
Here endeth the bloody lesson!