The woman at the airline counter furrowed her brows. “Let me see if we can do that.” Four canvas bags, stuffed to the brim with magazines, candy, guitar picks, buttons and CDs, and I was attempting to get it on our plane. She eventually accommodated my request, hoisting the swag bags into a plastic bag. I crossed my fingers that it would arrive safely. But on the other hand, it didn’t matter. All that shit was free (except the case of guitar strings I bought from GHS for a steal). Free, free, free. Not to play to stereotype, but my Judiasm really came in handy when considering that if I didn’t take it, and it wasn’t going to be properly utilized, it was just going to go to waste and they would have to throw it away….and that’s the REAL crime. (Wait, isn’t that the same reasoning behind how the state of Israel was founded? BAM!)
[Grandma is not going to like that last aside.]
You know, I’m still dead ass tired, so I will get into the environmental implications of creating so much needless garbage in the next day or so. In the meantime, let me nap, then wake up and roll around in my swag like a pig in its own filth.