Plastic bag that had come into my possession actually made it into recycling bin. On my way to the vaccination center, a plastic bag blew down the path and didn’t slide off of it and down the path but actually attached itself to my foot. To have not picked it up would have been alright, I supposed, but now it was indisputably in my possession, and to have simply kicked it off would have been littering, and so I put it into a sidepocket of my backpack and moved on.
I got my shot, walked to work, walked home from work, spent a night in feverish chills and aches –which I enjoyed mind you, a nice break from myself — a rare point of egress from my routine– walked back to and finished work again, still feeling bad; then hitting the grocery store on my way home, I happened to notice the bag still in my backpack, and tucked it into that the bag recycling dispensary, which was right by the door, as I left. That had worked out surprisingly well, was my feeling.
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