I admit I was driving to Walmart. We do not have a Target in Vermont that makes us feel better about buying cheap plastic products. It felt like it was time for some spring cleaning action at my house and in an attempt to try to save some money I willed myself in the direction of the devil store. Mother Earth saved me.
A deer was dead in the median of the interstate and I was immediately sad. Lately, road kill has been bothering me. Then, it came to me:
Fxxx Walmart! What am I doing? I have a planet to protect and save. So I’m using a little more gas now, but I drive a Honda Civic so that is better than tons of other people.
I drove right past Walmart towards Healthy Living, also known as Wealthy Living. While driving my thought tangents proceeded. Sometimes I get so annoyed with my parents generation or in general people between the ages of 40-65. I like to hold them responsible for the planet’s meltdown and continued meltdown because they keep on buying SUV’s, processed foods, and non-reusable frappe-mocha-somethings from Starbucks. I know us twenty-somethings do similar things, but I also know that most of us do not have the buying power that our parents do.
I left Wealthy Living, feeling less wealthy in cash, but better about my overall contribution. That deer had a lot of purposes on the planet, but I bet it did not have the instinct to know that it was going to inspire a twenty-something young woman to pass by the devil store and do the right thing. Fxxx Walmart!
Yup, I am a self-righteous bitch and proud of it.
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