Dave is on a trip again this week. This time, to Washington D.C. Although he isn't there to sight-see, i'm still jealous. A hotel bed, a remote, and no laundry basket staring with it's greedy eyes doesn't sound so bad.
Course, to earn that bed each night he must spend his days in meetings and evenings out entertaining clients. Kind of a steep tab actually.
The kids and I did the traditional Tueday Daddy-Is-Out-Of-Town dinner tonight. Yep. Del Taco 3/99 cents. Usually I will spy several people from our neighborhood while I bide my time in the playland. But, not tonight. I was busy.
Next to me, through the window, sat 2 young guys. Maybe 17 or 18 years old? Between them sat what looked like 30 soft tacos. Maybe more. The guys did not talk, they ATE.
Using my stealth 'I am not looking at you' stare, I watched them.
As their bellies grew on the other side of the glass, I couldn't help but wander back to when I was their age.
Back to when eating 30 soft taco's was do-able. Back to when making $4.50 an hour was a lot of money. Back to when I had time to float down the Little Spokane River every-stinking-day of the summer with my best friend. Way back when.
Were the moments really that sweet, or is it time that puts the sweetness into the moments? In 20 years, are those two guys going to laugh so hard they cry at the memory of throwing up at Del Taco with that crazy lady watching them through the glass?
I hope so.
