A drunk and drugged out man (we'll call him DD 1) is sitting across the table from me. I can't move tables because this one is the only one--in the entire library--with access to a working power outlet.
DD 1 follows a cycle. He passes out, wakes up, takes a bite of one of his many cakes, and passes out again. This continues for an hour. Half-way through, he passes out into a cake and wakes up with icing on his face.
He doesn't even notice.
DD 1 dumps out some loose tobacco. Proceeds to start rolling a cigarette. (need i remind you that we are in. a. library?)
DD 2 then arrives. He starts yelling and cursing. Pounds the table. Starts to roll his own cigarette. Continues the pounding and cursing.
At this precise moment, the librarian walks towards us.
And tells me off.
Apparently, I'm not allowed to plug my laptop in at the library.
Why?
Health and safety.
talking about cake so early in the morning is making me hungry. even the image of DD 1 isn't enough to stop my craving. i must do some baking today. all photos from Sugarbloom Bev, via flickr.
2 comments:
i feel like you live in bizarro world sometimes.
DC libraries provide free internet stations, on which the First Amendment is protected. Guess what certain parts of the population look at on these computers? Sometimes two computers at a time. And I get yelled at for almost falling asleep.
When you are in town, Kate and I can share our Santa Monica Library stories. Warning: almost all of them involve bodily functions to the max.
I love the image of icing on the dude's face, BTW.
Your interfaces with public services are a constant source of entertainment for me!
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