S.O.S.
help me.
i'm at the library. and i'm kind of freaking out. one of the librarians, a nazi-like middle-aged man named "herb", is staring me down. i think he might be trying to kill me in his head. because i was rude to him. but he started it. i needed to use the internet to figure out the address of my new place, but i couldn't remember my library card number which you need in order to log onto the computers here. herb was walking by me when i realized this so i asked him if he could look up my number for me.
"no. you have to go down to level 1 for that."
(we're on level 4)
"oh, well i just came up from down there. is there anyway you could give me a guest pass? i just need to look up something."
he looked at me like i had just asked him to run across the street and hold up the bank of america.
"no i cannot. guest passes are for guests. are you a guest? (leaves no time for me to respond) no. you're not. please go down to level 1".
"uh herb (he's not only pissing me off at this point, but so is his name. who the SHIT names their kid herb? especially without realizing that he'll most likely grow up to be an asshole due to all of the harassment he'll be recieving through out his life), i'm asking you to help me. isn't that your job?"
at this point his eyes turn mean.
"level 1".
"fine. ...asshole.."
(note: i said "asshole" pretty quietly because i'm lame and overall freaked out by librarians on the verge of mental breakdowns. BUT i did say it loud enough for him to know that i said something under my breath.
i went down stairs, got my library number from someone who wasn't psychotic and came back up to grab a computer. herb was waiting at the top of the escalator. he was blocking my path. i had to walk around him! even though i was worried he might stab me with the corner of his staff identification card, i played it off as if it were nothing and gave him a death stare back. but that's all i've got. right now i'm hunkered down behind my computer screen... his back is turned now. oh OH he's going off to help some kid with the printer! thank god. i'm going to go hide in the bathroom.
i'm at the library. and i'm kind of freaking out. one of the librarians, a nazi-like middle-aged man named "herb", is staring me down. i think he might be trying to kill me in his head. because i was rude to him. but he started it. i needed to use the internet to figure out the address of my new place, but i couldn't remember my library card number which you need in order to log onto the computers here. herb was walking by me when i realized this so i asked him if he could look up my number for me.
"no. you have to go down to level 1 for that."
(we're on level 4)
"oh, well i just came up from down there. is there anyway you could give me a guest pass? i just need to look up something."
he looked at me like i had just asked him to run across the street and hold up the bank of america.
"no i cannot. guest passes are for guests. are you a guest? (leaves no time for me to respond) no. you're not. please go down to level 1".
"uh herb (he's not only pissing me off at this point, but so is his name. who the SHIT names their kid herb? especially without realizing that he'll most likely grow up to be an asshole due to all of the harassment he'll be recieving through out his life), i'm asking you to help me. isn't that your job?"
at this point his eyes turn mean.
"level 1".
"fine. ...asshole.."
(note: i said "asshole" pretty quietly because i'm lame and overall freaked out by librarians on the verge of mental breakdowns. BUT i did say it loud enough for him to know that i said something under my breath.
i went down stairs, got my library number from someone who wasn't psychotic and came back up to grab a computer. herb was waiting at the top of the escalator. he was blocking my path. i had to walk around him! even though i was worried he might stab me with the corner of his staff identification card, i played it off as if it were nothing and gave him a death stare back. but that's all i've got. right now i'm hunkered down behind my computer screen... his back is turned now. oh OH he's going off to help some kid with the printer! thank god. i'm going to go hide in the bathroom.