scenes from the library(ish)
Picture it: I'm walking to work this morning behind* one of my coworkers. He is wearing a baseball cap, a short-sleeve chambray button-down, and a pair of bright green hipster Dockers. In short, he looks ridiculous.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk after him, I notice a very beat-up van driving by, windows down. The driver and passenger are watching my hipster coworker and laughing (understandably) at his ridiculous pants. The driver happens to be a man with a long side braid, wearing unironic overalls.
I'm sure I'm not doing the picture justice, but maybe it will help if you picture me following behind the scene, grinning to myself like a crazy person.
Only in Knoxville.
It's taken me six years to move into this town, but I think I'm finally here.
* Of course he did not stop to wait for me. He didn't even say good morning**, because it is a requirement that in order to work here, you have to be socially awkward to the point of rudeness. I'm still not sure how I got hired.
** Also we made out once*** like three (four?) years ago. But it's been ages! He totally needs to get over that. He's married now, ffs. Also I'm pretty sure he cured me of men altogether, so frankly I am grateful.
*** Believe me, no one is more ashamed that I made out with a hipster than I am.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk after him, I notice a very beat-up van driving by, windows down. The driver and passenger are watching my hipster coworker and laughing (understandably) at his ridiculous pants. The driver happens to be a man with a long side braid, wearing unironic overalls.
I'm sure I'm not doing the picture justice, but maybe it will help if you picture me following behind the scene, grinning to myself like a crazy person.
Only in Knoxville.
It's taken me six years to move into this town, but I think I'm finally here.
* Of course he did not stop to wait for me. He didn't even say good morning**, because it is a requirement that in order to work here, you have to be socially awkward to the point of rudeness. I'm still not sure how I got hired.
** Also we made out once*** like three (four?) years ago. But it's been ages! He totally needs to get over that. He's married now, ffs. Also I'm pretty sure he cured me of men altogether, so frankly I am grateful.
*** Believe me, no one is more ashamed that I made out with a hipster than I am.