Last week, Chef was going to make a pasta dish for dinner, but we were out of pasta. We still had some cash in the grocery envelope, so I hopped on my bike and rode to the Dollar Store to get a box of spaghetti and a gallon of milk.
The clerk rang up my items and put the box of spaghetti in a bag. “Oh, I don’t need a bag for that,” I said.
“All right,” he responded. And he tossed the bag in the trash.