Yeah, I used to have to buy them at the Price Chopper in Parkdale back in the mid-90's. It was so annoying trying to guess how many you needed. You'd figure it out in your head, pay your bill and then they'd toss the bags onto your pile of groceries. You'd pack up, then realize you needed a couple more.
"Excuse me?" You'd ask the checkout girl you had the crush of a lifetime on.
"Yes?", she'd reply.
"Could I get a couple more bags, please?"
"Um, I'm ringing this person through right now. Can you wait?"
"Yes. I love you."
Anyway, I think recycling and the fear over landfill space is a bunch of bullshit, so screw this backwards ideology and screw Galen Weston, Jr.