Se compra bolsas plasticas usadas

We have a new cheap form of entertainment around the house. For her crocheting class, Kelly has been trying desperately to collect clean, colored plastic bags which she uses to make plastic yarn. For whatever reason, she hasn’t had much success getting the women in the class to bring plastic bags even though there certainly is no shortage of them around Nicaragua. Every time you buy anything, you get a bag. Just last week, I bought lunch, a soda, and two items from a bakery, and I got a bag for the lunch, a bag for the soda, a bag with cups for the soda, two bags for each baked item and a bag to hold the two baked items together. That’s six bags right there!

Kelly finally came up with an idea to get more bags – offer to buy them from people in the neighborhood for a small fee. On Sunday, she made a pretty sign that said “Used plastic bags bought here. All colors, no transparent” and hung it on our fence. Neither of us thought much of it at first, but it has turned into hours of entertainment.

Since there isn’t always a lot going on in the neighborhood, just the fact that there was this new sign hung on our fence has created quite a stir. EVERYONE passing by stopped to stare at it, and we watched all the initial reactions from our kitchen table. Some people just read it quickly and moved on. Others stood squarely in front of it and mouthed every word with squinted eyes and confused looks. A few have started to walk past and then backed up to check it again. Our personal favorite was one kid who read the whole sign, his face getting either angrier or more confused with every word. He got to the end and gave this look that said “Nice try – ain’t doin that” and walked away.

After about an hour of these mixed reactions, none of which produced any bags, Kelly and I were discussing options for what might increase awareness. I joked that we could stage a press event where I would bring a handful of the appropriate bags – big, clean, colorful, etc. – and she would hand me the payment of 2 cords ($0.10) every 10 bags. Then we’d shake hands, smile for photos, and the word would quickly spread around town. Not 10 minutes later, we got this chance without me having to act it out. One of the neighborhood kids came up with his 10 bags and Kelly paid him as a handful of other neighborhood kids watched. Then one of the other boys literally ran from our house back to his to collect bags. Some time later, another kid stopped by to get the details because he’d heard from the second kid that we were collecting them. Then that same second kid came back with another 10 bags. At this rate, Kelly should have plenty for her class by the end of the week…and we should get plenty more laughs in between.

Happy St. Patty's!