grown ups suck.
Scene: special collections department of the library, front desk. Gracie is sitting at the computer, bored out of her mind. It's been quiet for hours. Only about two people have come in today, completely bewildered and unaware that Special Collections exists. Carrie, a cheery and friendly (adult!) co-worker, is in the reading room stage right, shuffling papers. The door opens, and in walk a group of grown-ups. They are an indistinct blob of middle-agedness, maybe four or five of them. Gracie smiles at them, wondering what they're here for.
Grace: Hello.
Woman1: (Noticing a pair of jeans on the radiator) is someone naked in here?
Grace: Oh, no, (she stants, revealing pajama bottoms and socks) I walked here in the rain and I got totally soaked, so they're drying out.
Woman2: well, we could be a little more discreet about it, couldn't we?
Grace: Oh...
Woman1: So that's not the first thing people see on their way in? (No more eye contact with Grace is made, they walk by her and into the reading room. Grace realizes they're there for a severely important meeting, probably about the missing tote bag. They start chatting with Carrie around the centre table stage right. The phone rings.)
Grace: Special Collections.
The Boss: Hey, this is Max.
Grace: Oh hi!
The Boss: Is Carrie back yet?
Grace: Yeah, sure, she might be busy but I can ask... (Grace puts The Boss on hold, and creeps over to the table stage right in her socks and pajama bottoms. Woman 1 and Woman 2 are talking, they stop in the middle of their sentences and stare at Grace, annoyed.) Carrie, can you take a phone call? It's Max.
Carrie: Oh sure, (she gets up and Grace is once again invisible to the grown-ups.)
Dearest Seth, my wonderful nephew,
I swear to you (really more to myself, but to you especially) here and now that I will never become a grown-up. I will never walk into the room and assume superiority over any younger person, and tell them what to do before I learn their name. I will never stare disapprovingly at a younger person over my spectacles pinched on the brim of my nose. I will always read Roald Dahl. I promise I will never send out three mass e-mails about a missing tote bag or a fruit fly issue. I promise that children will always be important to me, and I promise I will continue to desire to be enligtened by the very young (and very old) at every opportunity. I will play in sandboxes and sit and listen to old ragtime records. I will look at clouds and flowers and ocean waves and find solace in the fact that no one can put a price on the best things in life. I will love everyone, even if it's Friday and I've been working for 7 hours and have 2 more to go, and I want to go home because I haven't eaten anything yet and I'm freezing because Special Collections is fucking cold and I'm not wearing pants.
hahaha... I'm not wearing pants and I pissed off the grown ups. I wasn't even trying this time...
children can't be rude to grown-ups, but grown-ups can be rude to children?
is it weird that I still think of myself as a child? I wore a yellow poncho and jumped in puddles on my way to work today... (oh... that's probably why my pants are wet.)
fuck you, grown ups.
Grace: Hello.
Woman1: (Noticing a pair of jeans on the radiator) is someone naked in here?
Grace: Oh, no, (she stants, revealing pajama bottoms and socks) I walked here in the rain and I got totally soaked, so they're drying out.
Woman2: well, we could be a little more discreet about it, couldn't we?
Grace: Oh...
Woman1: So that's not the first thing people see on their way in? (No more eye contact with Grace is made, they walk by her and into the reading room. Grace realizes they're there for a severely important meeting, probably about the missing tote bag. They start chatting with Carrie around the centre table stage right. The phone rings.)
Grace: Special Collections.
The Boss: Hey, this is Max.
Grace: Oh hi!
The Boss: Is Carrie back yet?
Grace: Yeah, sure, she might be busy but I can ask... (Grace puts The Boss on hold, and creeps over to the table stage right in her socks and pajama bottoms. Woman 1 and Woman 2 are talking, they stop in the middle of their sentences and stare at Grace, annoyed.) Carrie, can you take a phone call? It's Max.
Carrie: Oh sure, (she gets up and Grace is once again invisible to the grown-ups.)
Dearest Seth, my wonderful nephew,
I swear to you (really more to myself, but to you especially) here and now that I will never become a grown-up. I will never walk into the room and assume superiority over any younger person, and tell them what to do before I learn their name. I will never stare disapprovingly at a younger person over my spectacles pinched on the brim of my nose. I will always read Roald Dahl. I promise I will never send out three mass e-mails about a missing tote bag or a fruit fly issue. I promise that children will always be important to me, and I promise I will continue to desire to be enligtened by the very young (and very old) at every opportunity. I will play in sandboxes and sit and listen to old ragtime records. I will look at clouds and flowers and ocean waves and find solace in the fact that no one can put a price on the best things in life. I will love everyone, even if it's Friday and I've been working for 7 hours and have 2 more to go, and I want to go home because I haven't eaten anything yet and I'm freezing because Special Collections is fucking cold and I'm not wearing pants.
hahaha... I'm not wearing pants and I pissed off the grown ups. I wasn't even trying this time...
children can't be rude to grown-ups, but grown-ups can be rude to children?
is it weird that I still think of myself as a child? I wore a yellow poncho and jumped in puddles on my way to work today... (oh... that's probably why my pants are wet.)
fuck you, grown ups.