Mr. Rellim and I decided to brave the weather to do some Wal-Mart-ing. I wore a pullover with a hood. The fella in line behind us planned poorly, but I give him points for ingenuity. He was paying for a box of Hefty trash bags - minus one.
That one, friends, was out of the box and over his head - with three holes poked out for his neck and arms.
I haven't seen the likes of that since my high school summers spent roguing and detassling corn. I wore a trash bag every morning to walk through the corn until the dew evaporated.
While looking for a picture to post of such a sight, I came across this blog post about how trash bags can be an excellent piece of a survival kit.
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