Report from Toronto: Bagged Milk

So Susan is getting settled in her new digs, a basement apartment 20 minutes+ on the subway from the University of Toronto. Steve is there with her, helping haul her four huge and heavy suitcases, two which are full of books. He's got her wired and we skyped tonight.

Seems that their grocery run produced an interesting cultural phenomenon: the milk bag. "What am I supposed to do with this?" Susan pondered. "I think I'm going to need a pitcher."

Actually, this seems like a fine idea to me, in environmental terms. But I wonder if the bags are strong enough to withstand the rigors of being bagged with other groceries. One prick from a pineapple or a split from a box corner could cause a mini-Niagra.