The cute guy and I have been talking about the garbage. The first time I brought up the conversation though, he left the room.
Garbage is his domain; all of which I'm appreciative of however cliche' our roles can be. I simply brought up that, perhaps, maybe, with a little sugar, we could not put the trash in plastic bags. Ah jeez, you would have thought I'd asked him to put it in his socks before it went to landfill.
My idea was to get a small container to empty into the outside trash can. It wouldn't have to be big; we generate about a plastic grocery bag of landfill a week and we collect the plastic bags from co-workers. We put our recycling in reusable canvas bags. Not using a plastic bag for garbage didn't seem like a big deal.
Two days later the cute guy called me at work to say I was right. We shouldn't use plastic. He'd finally realized I wasn't asking him to wrap the trash in newspaper or his socks. But he explained he didn't want to toss the garbage loose into the outside can. "It has to be in something."
"Why?" I asked.
"Otherwise it will be a mess for Lance." (Our legendary garbage man.)
I fell in love with the cute guy all over again. But I didn't give up on getting rid of the plastic.
Yesterday the answer came to me in a bag of tortilla chips he walked to the store to buy on a crave. The empty bag fit perfectly in the cupboard garbage rack. And tonight I realized the bread bags I've saved would also be a good fit. We don't need to buy a new container or collect other people's garbage; just look inside our own.
And we all lived happily ever after.