Yesterday, I was stopped at a traffic light in Vernon having just left the press conference to announce the bill to ban single use plastic bags. I’ll admit that my eye was drawn to the “adult store” in the middle of the strip mall in this heavily industrial neighborhood surrounded by train tracks. Looking right, I watched as a man left the store. In the thirty nine steps it took him to walk from the front door to his car door he first removed his purchase and crumpled up the brown bag it had been in. The bag hit the floor. Next came the first layer of plastic packaging. It too hit the deck. Then another layer. He popped his purchase in his pocket and jumped in his car and left. Leaving a trail of trash in his wake.
The bag, albeit a paper one, had been used for its intended purpose for maybe 10 seconds.
It wasn’t like the bag and wrappers he dropped were the only litter around. In fact the neighborhood had trash everywhere. Perhaps the sight of trash blowing around gave him the sense that adding one more piece really doesn’t matter? I’ll never know because the light turned green and we both left.
One of the unstated goals of banning bags is to make people think before they discard something they just payed for. Watching the wrappers hit the deck, it struck me that we can spend years working to change state law, but ultimately the state can only take it so far. It’s really about changing behavior. And that’s much harder than passing new legislation.