I use the term "Perfect Day" because I was recently asked by Rob (aka Fish, if you remember him) what my "Perfect Day" would be. I couldn't really give him an answer he wanted at the time because I could only think of days I'd recently had. Even with the small changes I would add to make them even more perfect than they were, they still weren't the far off dream day that he was aiming for. They were packed, exhausting and left little room for anything to be added, sure, but that's why they're so perfect. You should all know by now I like to keep busy and my "Perfect Days" are no exception.
This brings me to my next and main point. I think you really have to experience this point first hand (as much is allowed), so I'm going to try and do my best to give it the 3rd person perspective I think the people in the store would have had when this conversation took place.
It's around 6 o'clock on an oddly warm Sunday. The sun's been shining non-stop since around 8 this morning and you're enjoying the cool breeze the A/C units in the grocery store are pushing out nearly non-stop. It's a relief from the almost suffocating heat outside. You weren't expecting a day like today until the summer. It wasn't exactly welcome.
You're cruising the meats and cheese in a half-hearted state of focus while idly wondering how the petite Vietnamese woman in front of you expects you to get around her, her cart, and her three children when a laugh interrupts the quiet grocery shopping murmurs. It's loud and full of energy, unusual for a Sunday shopping trip, so your automatically drawn to the source. That's when your confusion doubles, I'm sure.
About ten feet to your left and coming this way is what appears to be a couple. The man is who was laughing, at the young woman it would seem, who was asking a question about her "hat". The term hat is applied loosely to what she is wearing because it is in fact a grocery hand basket. She has it turned over onto her head, set slightly off-kilter with the handle hanging under her chin like a bonnet tie. It is hard black plastic with "Safeway" painted on the rim. A standard issue grocery hand basket. She's carrying in her hands a package of hot dogs and a bottle of seasoning salt, things you think would be better suited to be in the basket in place of her head, but apparently she doesn't agree. Both the man and the woman are flush and slightly sun burned. Their hair is wet but wind and sun blown, and there are wet splotches on their clothing. They seem to be ignorant of their surroundings as they discuss the fashion sense of the "hat", only to weave around people and their carts like they're part of the scenery, talking over and through them. You tune into their conversation.
"You can't really complain about it's comfort, though, seeing as it was originally meant for something else." The man. He's taller than the woman by almost a foot, lanky with shining dark eyes. His smile is soft and the lines in his face imply that it is far from uncommon. Even his voice is filled with it, almost as if he speaks in smiles.
"True, but I can still whine about it. Where the heck is the hamburger meat?" The woman. Her smile is wider, taking over her whole face, cracking through the slight burn on her cheeks. She seems a little old to be wearing braces. "Dude, what is with these shoes? I swear, they just refuse to stay on my feet. Oh, wait, hang on, pre-made patties or no?"
"It's cheaper just to get the normal ground beef. Just take them off. Here it is." He gestures to the open freezer in front of him.
"I don't have enough hands to carry them. Hmm.. how much do you think?"
He chuckles. "I think your hat might help with the carrying. I think a pound would be enough. Ooooh.. now I'm craving hamburgers."
"Pound it is. You could always stick around for fooding. Just tell Heather to come down." She's staring at the meat and shifts around a few packages of ground beef before selecting one, removing her hat and transferring all her goods to it. She turns and skips back into the main aisle. Literally.
"She's not feeling up to it and I told her I'd cook for her. You said they carried Sunshine Wheat?" They're making their way towards the bakery. You turn to follow. You had to get sandwich bread anyway.
"I always stumble over it here. Dude, so I think people would get the wrong impression if they met me right now. I mean, really, they'd think I was freaking nuts."
No kidding. His laughter seems to agree with you. "While this is true, I think they would find you crazy if they met you at any point. They would have to experience a whole day to begin to understand your Tar-ness."
"So are you saying that I should require anyone interested in knowing me follow me around for a day? That'd be a first date they'd never forget. 12 hours of Tar. It has movie rights potential.."
This guy's standard response seems to be laughing. "A Day of Tar.. hmm, it does have a ring to it. I think a full 24 hours would be best, though. You don't run a typical timeline."
"Given. But I don't think any day would do. It'd have to be a day like today."
"Why today?"
"Okay, so think about it. I got up at 8, cleaned my kitchen and watched the cat chase the Roomba. Went to softball practice at 10, puppy in tow. Spent most of practice teaching girls how to bat, a guy how to field and discussing positions with the manager. Glomped you in the parking lot of Red Robin, where I proved to the waiter I did have the menu memorized, as well as the birthday song. We spent 10 minutes maneuvering your bike, my puppy and a hamburger patty into the car. We then spent 10 minutes after arriving to my apartment discussing biking swim-wear, possible biking trails, the science of hitchhiker towels. Biked to the mall where I bought discount softballs and we practiced bat twirling to psych out the competition. How's your toe, by the way?"
Another laugh. "It's tender."
"Sorry. What next? Oh yeah, rode our bikes through a railroad car lot-"
"That was awesome. I still wish I had my camera for that. We need to go back."
"Yeah. Send the ones you took with your phone to me on Monday, though. Anyway, railroad car, then getting lost in various neighborhoods until we got the Shaun's. Kidnapped him-"
"He was too willing for that. I'd say 'gently convinced'."
"True. 'Gently convinced' Shaun to join us. Went to get boba and talk about technicalities, then rode through random neighborhoods until we found Ben's house, on accident. Harassed him for ten minutes while playing musical bikes. Continued on to ride along the highway and then finally arrive at the pool. Convince a stranger to let us in, where we quickly removed our street clothes and jumped in. Get accused by a 5 year old of stealing his dolphin-"
His laughter's been slowly growing throughout her rant and it spikes again at that moment. They've been grabbing items here and there as they've gone, now they're paused in front of the buns. Looks like they're grilling.
"Are there no hot dog buns left or am I blind?"
He points at the back of the bottom shelve. "Blind, but justifiably so. Too close to the project."
"Thanks. Jump out of the pool dripping wet and bike here in swim wear. I still can't get over how gorgeous it is today. Cram two bikes into your car while drip drying in the parking lot. Then we come in here and I put a basket on my head. It's only 6, too. The day's barely began!"
You've followed them to the self-check out and you're starting to make your way to a cashier yourself when hear him ask her about a steak and if she thinks 14 miles is enough to defrost it. You've lost them.. though you're not really sure you ever really had them.
Love, Peace, and I know a really amazing steak recipe now.
Tar
