Basketball, Cheese, and Plastic Bags

    I took my mom to my son's basketball game again.  As I mentioned before she loves watching him play and gets all excited when he makes a basket.  Plus, she gets to get out of the house for a little bit. She never learned how to drive, so she's always relied on my dad. Now that my dad isn't driving as much, I try to get them out once and awhile.  I think they also need a little break from one another from time to time.  When you're cooped up in the house all day long with one another, you're bound to get on each other's nerves.  Today was probably not the best day to hang out with my mom, because I have laryngitis.  She has a minor hearing loss, so she couldn't hear half of what I was saying to her. We were quite a pair!  
    When I took her back to the house she insisted on giving me some cheese.  She and my dad bought a huge wheel of cheese from their friend, so they wanted to share some with me.  When she brought it out of the refrigerator, I noticed that the outer bag was a rinsed out chicken bag!  Luckily the cheese was somewhat wrapped up in plastic.  I was beside myself.  I told her not to reuse the chicken bags. She called me a hypochondriac..which I'm not.  
    This isn't the first time that this has happened. I purposely bought them boxes of plastic bags, so they would stop doing this.  They haven't.  In fact, when I opened up one of the kitchen drawers to look for a ladle, I found a bunch of used plastic bags.  They just can't help themselves.  They don't like wasting things.  So, I proceeded to throw out the chicken bag and placed the cheese into a clean plastic bag. I felt much better.