Seek out the small pleasures this summer

Summer is here and it’s the perfect time to enjoy the grass between your toes, a beach day with friends…..blah! blah! blah! This is not the time to talk about that cutsie crap. Someone finally took a torch, went down into the basement, found the circuit breaker, and flipped the switch on summer. And now my days are like this:

 

Terminator 2 nuclear bomb

 

It’s going to take more than the deliciously cool tickle of grass on the soles of my feet to brighten my day. As it turns out, I had one this week.

 

Small pleasures on the metro

I got on the yellow metro line heading into town at eleven in the morning and found one of the last remaining seats. Opposite me was a girl in her twenties. She was long limbed, with light freckled skin, wavy dark hair, and wearing a short T-shirt dress and beaded flip flops. She was beach chic perfection. At her feet were a couple of paper shopping bags and next to her on the seat was a small wooden tray with aliminuim pots overflowing with flowering plants. Lying on its back in her arms, like a hairy baby, was a small white dog.

I was looking at some hipster’s summer wet dream.

At the next stop a man with a heavy backpack got on, looked at her, looked at the seat with the plants, then looked at me. I smiled at him. If you want to sit down, just ask her to move it. He didn’t return my smile, and chose to stand next to her with an unhappy face instead. Idiot.

At each stop more people entered, looked and then stood around fuming silently. The beach nymph was meanwhile doing the unfocused long distance gaze of someone aware of but unwilling to acknowledge that people are looking at her (she could be a bartender). Occasionaly she looked down at the dog and cooed. Perhaps she thought people were checking her out because she made such a pretty picture. She did, but my anger was mounting. Look pretty, but respect other human beings forgodssake!

I told myself to let it go, it wasn’t my fight. All the people too timid to ask her to move deserved to stand. I just had to shut up untill the next stop which was where I would get off. There was a disturbance in the crowd. Bodies parted. A hero emerged.

He shuffled up to the seat, and hovered his bum over the tray. Beach nymph sighed elegantly and moved the tray to the floor.

My stop arrived. He sat down.

And satisfaction settled.

 

 

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