My wife drives me nuts with these bags of bags. I return the favor by trashing them every time I find a stash of them. I’m frequently in trouble, lol.
Even weirder. My grandma used to not only keep her own stash but would fold them in triangle shapes like paper “footballs” if you’ve ever made those. Lots of time and effort spent not only folding but unfolding them when she wanted to use one of them for something.
I once got so drunk on St. Patrick's Day that, when I left the bar, I took a bus home - which isn't really impressive unless you consider the fact that, up until that point, I had never driven a bus.