Our hometown has a stay-at-home order. Most hometowns have a stay-at-home order. Safer at home. Shelter in place. Quarantine. Humans telling other humans what to do to keep the virus from spreading. Then the second group of humans feels confined or chided by the first group so they buck the trends. They stretch the truth. They shelter in cars on the road around other second group humans. Doing important things. Critical things. Essential… things.
Essential activities start to expand at the edge of hypothetical where it meets hyperbole.
I need food to live.
I don’t have food in my hand.
Chicken sandwiches are food.
Food is essential.
I like where this is going.
Chic-Fil-A is essential.
Me: Give me a sweet tea, twelve piece nugget, large waffle fry, and one Polynesian and one Ranch.
Peppy 17-year-old Taking My Order Curbside: Large fry only or large size the whole order?
Me: Excellent catch. I see why they hired you. Large size the whole combo.
Peppy 17-year-old Smiling So Hard His Eyes Are Squeezed Shut: My pleasure.
Me: *Teleports to the end of the line and finds my order in the seat beside me and my shoulders feeling relaxed from a massage that I can’t recall ever happening.*
I’ve been to Target.
Essential. Life or death shit.
Stop three on my first day of house arrest. I am walking back to my car that is black but somehow yellow from the solid layer of pollen. It should have bees having a bee orgy and snorting up that sweet yellow powder like Tony Montana did on his desk. Instead there is one lonely wasp directly on the driver’s door. Probably hogging all of the proboscis candy to himself.
My hands are full of essential Easter gear that we ordered online. I am wearing my daughter’s sunglasses that are two grey circles that make me look like a steam punk villain. My oversized blue t-shirt with a yeti in a sweater that says “Yeti to Party!” really outweighs the sunglasses. As I approached the car pondering what to do, the wasp had his own agenda. SCHINNGG. He whipped out his razor wings and slid his attack flight goggles in to place. I barely had time to react as he launched towards me with intent to kill. I swung my bags of candy and Easter baskets. I retreated and circled the car and bought just enough time to leap in the driver’s side. The wasp bounced against the window for a few minutes as I sat back and let my heart regain a normal rhythm. The panic fog cleared from my eyes and I reached for my hand sanitizer. As I rubbed it in on my already dry hands I notice a young couple across the aisle. They had a good laugh at my assault and I realize the absurdity of the whole thing. I went shopping in a funny tshirt that I had on for two days wearing children’s sunglasses and fought a wasp in the Target parking lot and my hands smell like Christmas Cupcake because I stole this sanitizer off my kids backpacks that they probably aren’t using again this year. My sweet bakery aroma probably attracted the damn wasp.
What am I doing with my life? Has it come to this?
Time to head home relax so I can be prepared to not do anything tomorrow.
-Underdaddy to the rescue.
I am waiting for them to check what our essentials are soon. I agree this present situation makes us long for the gentler, quieter normal times, I am exhausted too 💜🌈
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