Tuesday, April 08, 2008

While They're Dragging the Lake

Sunday.

A funny thing happened today: the manager of the grocery store I've been haunting called me at work to say he'd found an approved supplier of green products. He offered to fax me a list. I stuttered a bit, thanked him for his thoughtfulness and said I'd love to have a look at that list.

I took this list, sat in the middle of my office and asked the women about these products. One thing that makes environmentalists sing like a Baptist preacher in a bus station is disposable diapers. What about biodegradable diapers?

Lupe: I had friends who used those. They were kind of brown and not cushiony.
Tata: So...a little too biodegradable?
Lupe: Yecch.

I called my sister the socialist businesswoman.

Tata: Biodegradable diapers?
Anya: No? No. No!
Tata: What about the 8 lb. size, before poop smells like poop?
Anya: Yes? Yes. Yes! That would make a great baby gift.

I checked it off on the list.

Today.

When the list arrived, my hands trembled for a few minutes. I wasn't bluffing, but Stop&Shop called my bluff. What, I fretted, if I picked products that didn't sell and proved the corporate buyer right? Well, it's not about me, and if I pick wrong, the grocery store will still have to pick green products because customers will buy somewhere else. It's not about me, and though it could go wrong it could also go right, possibly after some trial and error.

I expected to rant for a few years like the little old lady from Second Avenue who pushes a granny cart and rants about secret messages from space - I didn't expect anyone to listen to me. Crap! There are so many stores. I guess I could throw more toilet paper-based hissy fits.

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