Hi, my names Gregory. As a Gregory people often refer to me as Greg, so do as you wish. This is a story from a personal experience of mine, all of it may not be deadly accurate as to what happened at the time as I am only recalling it from memory, but as the blockbuster films say "Based on a true story" To give a little background to the story, I live in the UK, England to be precise and we have recently pasted a law so that plastic bags cost 5p if the company had over 250 employees, or something along those lines anyway. It was 1995, the day I came into this world, everything was a buzz, the sound of joy out weighed the sense of confusion, I'd been living in my own pad for a good 9 months, chilling out with my umbilical and just generally having a relaxing life,then it all changed. Which leads me to my story, if we jump to the year 2015, I'm working 2 jobs, one of which is in retail, luckily we don't sell plastic bags but on the 2nd of October an old lady asked for a bag.