I spent 5 plus hours in a bookstore one day, and it was heavenly.
To set the scene – this was back in the 90’s, when I had a car, and TC worked at Coconuts, a record chain popular at the time. The store was based in Swampscott, and one Sunday he was scheduled to work from twelve to six. So being a good SO I offered to drive him and pick him up.
“What are you going to do in the meantime?” he asked.
“Oh, I’ll just go hang out at Barnes & Noble,” I replied.
He looked at me. “For six hours?” he said, incredulously.
I just smiled.
So I drove him to work, kissed him goodbye, and headed off to the Barnes & Noble on Route One, at the time a rather newish bookstore in my hometown of Saugus.
And ate in the store’s café.
And read some more.
And browsed through magazines.
And read still more.
And bought a bunch of books.
And went to pick TC up – slightly late because I lost track of time, but I made it.
It was one of the nicest days I ever spent.
Just wandering the shelves, picking up a book here and there, settling in a comfortable chair to browse, and occasionally people watch. It was great, it was relaxing, it was the perfect Sunday afternoon.
At least for me.