Also, this morning, I received a package from Amazon. You see, recently we ran out of our favorite coffee, Peet's Major Dickason's Blend, and how could we possibly survive without it? So my wife went clickity-click at Amazon Prime and, boom, one day later a package arrived. A few days earlier, I'd ordered a magnetic whiteboard for my daughter -- the online search took about five minutes and G-d knows how many stores I may have gone in and out of otherwise to find the right-sized whiteboard and a decent price. A few days before that, presto, a box full of Yehuda Shabbos candles (product of the Dominican Republic!) arrived just in time for...you get the idea. We use Amazon, we like Amazon.
And yet, I have mixed feelings. It's just too easy, getting whatever you want dumped on your doorstep. Something's not kosher here; someone's gotta be paying for this. Maybe the bill comes due on the heads of Amazon's warehouse workers, on their feet all day, regimented into flesh-and-bone robots. My daughter claims that the poor souls barely get bathroom breaks; could that be true? On the other hand, the company is to be commended for paying a $15/hour minimum wage. Or maybe I should lament the Amazon delivery trucks ceaselessly cruising neighborhoods, gushing greenhouse gases. On the other hand, maybe ordering online causes a lot more greenhouse gases not to be gushed because consumers aren't running to the strip mall to pick up coffee, whiteboards and candles.
Like I said, mixed feelings. I'm not ready to cut the e-commerce chord. But I can wish Kat and all the climate-striking Amazon workers good luck trying to force change at a company that could meet all their demands and still be world dominant. Hold on, wishing isn't enough, is it? Perhaps a bold threat is in order. Jeff Bezos, richest man on Earth and master-lord of Amazon, Inc., get your freakin' green act together or I'll never order Yehuda Shabbos candles from you again! Take that!