One of the oddest things I've run into over here is that most stores don't give you bags for your merchandise. I'm not talking about the tourist trap stores down at City Centre - they put your bags in bags; I'm talking about the grocery stores and supermarkets.
I first ran into this oddity last October when I decided to do a little
Irish grocery shopping at
Tesco. I bought some
stain remover (I had a propensity at the time for spilling
Guinness on my nice white dress shirts), a bag of chips, and a 2 liter of
Coke. I was the clerk's last customer just before she went on break.
So I payed her, she gave me my change, then walked away. This left me staring at the bag boy who was doing absolutely nothing.
"You gonna bag that?" I say.
"You have to buy bags."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"How much?"
"Twenty-two cents."
Luckily he managed to get clerk back to the register before she disappeared back into the break room and I payed twenty two cents for one bag. Lesson learned.
Tuesday night, to outfit my apartment with some essentials, I went down to
IKEA. I needed things like pillows and silverware. Going through IKEA, I got some great bargains, but I restricted myself just to the essentials. You see, I had a pretty long walk back to my apartment and I didn't want to burden myself down. So I gathered only what I could carry in one of the big IKEA bags.
IKEA sells you the same size bag (
huge) for fifty cents at the checkouts. Compared to twenty-two cents for a standard plastic bag, it's a
steal! I payed and walked home with two new pillows, a 32-piece (8 settings) utensil set, a bath mat, four hand towels and a big blue IKEA bag for just under 25 Euro (about $32).
When I got home, I knew that this bag needed to be saved. If I ended up at Tesco again, I'd need something to carry my groceries in. I neatly folded the bag up and stowed it in a kitchen drawer.
Last night, it was time to go shopping. I needed
internet access,
food, and a quilt/comforter (it got pretty
cold in the bedroom with only a set of sheets on the bed). I went to the kitchen drawer and pulled out my magnificent blue IKEA bag, stuck it under my arm and headed downtown.
As you can see, I didn't quite fill it, but it was great for toting my groceries back home in.
Well, unfortunately, I don't have a very interesting story to tell about St. Patrick's Day in Dublin. Beth and RJ were still pretty jet-lagged from the flight over and didn't wake up until about 11am. I wasn't much better myself, waking up at 10am. Either way, organizing a 1-year old and getting him onto a bus to get to City Center was out of the question, so . . .
