Municipal Code Chapter 604 Packaging Bylaw was approved by concil at the City of Toronto in March 2009 to reduce the volume of plastic bags and encourage the use of reusable bags/bins. This means that retailers in the City of Toronto are required to charge a minimum of 5 cents per plastic bag requested by the customer at checkout. This bylaw took effect in June 2009.
Now, skip to November 24, 2011, two and a half years later. It’s embedded in us Torontonians, we know we will be charged $0.05 for a plastic bag if we don’t bring our own. We know!
So today I went to The Worlds Biggest Bookstore, I had a $5 coupon that expired at the end of this month and I was in need of a new read. When I got there, they were advertising a daily special of buy three books get the fourth free… Bonus I thought. I’m not a book snob by any means but I do prefer to read a hardcover, there’s just something about them I ike. The cover doesn’t bent, it doesn’t look like shit when you’re finished and it looks so much better on shelves. Blah blah blah… I know I know… So I chose four books and made my way to the cashout line. When it was my turn, I put my four books on the counter, took out my $5 coupon and the leaflet they had given me at the entrance with today’s special. First question was: “Do you need a bag?” I said yes. She gave me the total amount, I gave her my debit card, she did her thing, I did mine, she gave me the receipt and put the four books in a plastic bag… Now… that’s four hardcover books… not one, not two… four. So I picked up the bag and right away I knew it wouldn’t last one block:
Me: I don’t think this going to work, that bag isn’t strong enough, I’ll need to double this one up.
Her: Sure, but I’ll need to charge you $0.05
I held the bag up while she opened a second bag for me to put it in. I then reached in my pockets for a nickel.
Me: Are you guys so hard up for money that you can’t give a second bag?
Her: It’s the law!!!
Me: I don’t think anyone will come and do an inventory of your bags to make sure you charged me a nickel for a second bag when you can’t give one in the first place that’s strong enough to hold the $77 in books I just bought.
I hand her a dime, which was the smallest coin I had in my pockets.
Me: There, keep the change for the next customer who complains about your lack of smarts.
Her (to her coworker): Huh… I hate this job sometimes.
Him: He’s right though…
And tomorrow, at my local Starbucks, I’ll be enjoying the first pages of The Hunger Games, which I really want to read before the movie comes out.












