So I managed to get Frozen Yogurt in the airport and NOT get a spoon. I watched her serve the person before me and I saw how she just stuck that spoon right in there and I knew I didn’t have time to make a mistake while she was making mine. I said “Don’t give me a spoon!” right as she put my last topping on. In my next entry I might try to calculate the amount of plastic the world would save from being created if we all just carried around our own spoon. Don’t you think that’s a good idea? It’s not very much to ask.
On a side-note, I must’ve been out of California for too long because I don’t get the point of frozen yogurt anymore. It sucks.
But let’s back up, I have taken 3 pieces of plastic into my possession so far, and I’ve only been gone for 14 hours.
1) plastic wrapper for a feminine hygiene product that I suddenly needed while on the plane.
2) one straw that came with my water at the Thai place I had dinner. I kept it! (I had to make sure not to let them wrap up my left-overs)
3) one key-card for my hotel room. I discussed this with the nice man and he assured me that if I return my key-card at the end of my stay, that they will re-use it. He did say that they eventually wear out. So I don’t think my impunity is complete here.
I’m a little worried about how the catering is going to look at the meeting tomorrow, especially because I requested gluten-free stuff so they’ll probably put it in its own packaging. Stay-tuned…