It's been a year since the global ban on plastic bags. The only people who still have them are hoarders, upcyclers, clean freaks and seniors. The world is a different place. Plastic bags are frowned upon but many folks can't stomach the rising costs...
I had scored over 500 plastic bags just from one closet in grandma's cartel room, and it barely made a dent in her supply.
My next job was to stake out all of the grocery stores in town to see who had the most unprepared customers so that I could capitalize on their disorganization.
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After three days of research, I discovered that I should steer clear of the West end entirely. That's where all the yoga moms were and they ALL had fancy organic designer totes, packs and folding boxes. These bitches had too much time on their hands and were never in need of my supply. And when they weren't shopping, their overworked and underpaid nannies were while their husbands fucked secretaries, mistresses, and drove their muscle cars around town.
But the East end... That's where all the money would be. Disgruntled divorced dads, spontaneous college kids (like me before I dropped out), and frazzled moms on the brink of nervous breakdowns. The East end was full of folks who just "needed a few things" and found themselves bagless desperately trying to clutch their take as they fumbled for their car keys and angrily cursed the store. You see, when the bag ban hit many stores jacked up the prices of their reusable totes and the stores that didn't do that never had any left.
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One in five people required my services in the East. Now I just needed to know how much that was worth to them. What would someone pay for a bit of shiny plastic relief?
