Here's what it says on Central Market's brown paper bags:

[bunrab]

"I am a brown paper bag. More than likely, I'll end up under your kitchen sink with a few of my friends. I might get cut up and wrapped around an old textbook. Or just stuck under something messy. It would be nice if someone made me into a kite. I'd like to be a kite. But whatever happens, I will never forget the day I carried groceries home from Central Market."

Comments

[bikergeek.livejournal.com]

Don't anthropomorphicize inanimate objects. They hate that.

[curmudgn]

It forgot to mention "or get stuffed full of old newspapers and set out at the curb for the recycling truck . . . ." Which is where almost all of ours end up.

Brown Paper Bag

[fritzsmomma.livejournal.com]

If it lived at my house it would get taken back to the store and filled up again. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. All things. Many times.
Smiles!

[stylizedboredom.livejournal.com]

Now I feel all loving toward the brown paper bags in the kitchen. Like I should hug them.