Where are we illogically wasteful?

There is nothing to waste, but waste itself.

I write this from Bagel Nosh, a diner established in 1978 with red seats, regulars, and exclamation points on the menu. (Needless!) I squirted coffee into my Yeti mug from one of those five-gallon dispensers, poured a raw sugar packet (healthier?), half-half (sure it’s not 60/40?), and stirred with one of those wooden sticks made from an Orangutan’s home in a country where the US has established favorable trade agreements. I stirred, then tossed it into a cup that read USED, where it met its fellow sticks. One might call it a bundle of sticks… This is just one form of illogical waste I see in the name of “cleanliness.” Why? Because no one squirts coffee, sips, then adds sugar and half-half. Do you put on pants, then underwear? (If so, tell me more.) We share coffee from a single jug. Unity, togetherness. But we don’t share those wooden sticks. What gives? I want that Oranigutan to know that although I leveled hectares of jungle in the name of my last sip of coffee not being too sweet with sugar sediment, I used the shit out of it!

Okay, I’m back. I just refilled my coffee and stirred with a wooden stick from the USED pile. Step aside, Greta.

What are other areas of society we are illogically wasteful?