This is my plate

And this is my bowl sitting next to my towel.

At work today, somebody said, "Wow, fancy plate."

I felt sheepish as I said, "Well, I try to use non-disposable products when I can." At work we only have paper plates, cups, towels, and utensils, so I have my own.

"Wow," she said. "I appreciate that. Maybe someday I'll join you."

That was nice of her to say, but I'm not gonna lie. I'm not sure why, but I kinda felt like a jackass for having my own plate, as if my plate was sticking out its tongue at all the paper plates and calling them names like "Trashy" and "Junky."

I guess I'll just have to get over it.