Just because you work at the hippest grocery store in town does not entitle you to be a self-righteous ass. I know your company's mission statement and it doesn't say anything about making your customers feel like punching you. I came in with a flu, a fever, and a grocery bag made of crocheted plastic grocery bags. All I needed was soup and yogurt. What I did not need was to be scowled at and told at the checkout that my bag is going to remain on this earth for 5,000 years. Thank you, Professor Bag Boy. My bag is made of reused old bags, you twat. Has the paper vs. plastic vs. cotton war in Portland gotten so bad that this means nothing? I felt too ill and dizzy to respond, and I almost cried when I left out of sick-person frustration. Shame on you. — Anonymous