I grew up in Honolulu, and every once in a while there would be a tsunami warning. I don’t know how old I was—I would guess 6 years old, give or take a couple of years—but during one tsunami warning my parents drove up a ridge and parked on the side of the road to wait it out. We had a VW Vanagon, and I remember sitting in the van playing with toys to pass the time. At some point, a girl around my age joined me in the van. Her parents had the same idea as mine, and I guess they invited her to play with me while we all waited.
I’m in my 40s now. I still think about that girl from time to time.
I keep my reusable bags in the car, so when I drive to the store I already have them. If I have to carry them anywhere… Well they are bags after all, so I just put them all into one bag and boom! Bag of bags! And then once I’m in the store, they just go into the basket or cart. Sometimes if I know I’m only buying 1 or 2 items, I’ll just bring a single bag into the store and carry it around with me.
There have been a few times where no baskets have been available, so I’ll just put the stuff I’m buying directly into the bag, and then take it all out when I get to the checkout counter. It feels weird to do, but no one has ever seemed to care.