This afternoon, I decided to abandon my house-slug ways and go down to the beach to enjoy some sun and heat. It was nice. Very nice. I walked down and over the railroad. I could smell the salt in the air, (deep breath...) and I took my walk along the beach. From previous trips to the beach, I have already tar-stained two pairs of flip-flops without ever knowing I had tar on my feet.
So today, as I walked, I tried to be careful about the tar. Growing up in Florida, when I went to the beach and got tar on my feet, I knew about it almost immediately because the globs of tar there were big. It was like stepping in shit-you knew when it happened! I would try to find a shell or two to scrape off as much as possible and then, once I got home, the alcohol bottle and cotton balls would be brought outside--we weren't allowed back in the house until all the tar was gone from our feet. I learned to look for those tar globs and avoid them. That was my goal today.
As I walked, I realized that it's a losing battle out here! The tar I saw today was practically thin as paper and waiting in ambush for any feet right along the wave line! And they're all over the beach. Some are the size of...of, confetti! If you step in tar and it's a glob about 2 inches long and about 1/2 inch thick, you know you've stepped in it. However, if you step on it and it's 1/2cm x 1 micron thick, you're not going to feel it! (I don't even know how thin a micron is...I just think it's got to be really thin...and it gets my point across..)
I gave up and just continued walking. Once I was ready to go home, I looked at the bottom of my feet and sho' nuff-there were multiple globs and dots of tar!! What a pain!