Sometimes travel is not what you expect. The simplest things remind you that you aren’t at home. I go to the corner store and buy a bunch of stuff, milk and whatnot. It’s kind of heavy and the counter clerk put each liter of milk in an individual container. Immediately my sense of guilt kicks in, let’s not waste too much plastic, and I am about to tell her just to put them all in one bag but she’s already done it so I don’t bother. I felt guilty about this, and walked out over-bagged. And then one of them broke on me anyway. Moral? You can afford to waste plastic if the plastic is crappy. No that doesn’t sound right… There’s something to be said for not trying to do the right thing. Nope, not that either. How about: Wait and see if something is broken before deciding it needs to be fixed. Meh. Not much better but it’ll do.