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While on my six o'clock smoke break in front of Library #2, a teenager completely thugged-out, though looking more like a thugged-out geek because of a horribly thick pair of Coke bottle glasses, came up to me.
-Hey Money, he said. Can I bum one of those offa you?
Being the supercool library worker, I obliged. I bummed many off of others in my time, so as a sorta, kinda civic duty to repay all those who gave me, I handed him one, a karmic thank you if you will.
He took it while another kid, around the same age, ran over and between the two they shared the prized cigarette in front of the entrance, passing it back and forth between each hit.
I took my time, finished my cigarette, and started walking towards the door.
-Good lookin', Money, he said as I was walking past. And for the briefest of seconds, I tried to formulate a response. I had no idea of what he meant, whether this was some sort of thank you or what.
-Uh, uh, yeah, thanks, I said and shuffled back into the library, completely embarrassed after the words left my mouth.
Sometimes I think I may be a little too white for my own good.
....
A little while later, a twenty-something year old guy came up to the counter. He reek of stale cigarettes and could barely string a sentence together as he placed his books on the counter. When I took them in my hands, I couldn't help but smirk just a little bit as I passed each one over the scanner: Math the Easy Way. Mushroom Identifier. Organic Chemistry. Careers for Plant Lovers. Thinking that I was helping out some young journeyman on his first plant, his first sale, and eventually his first drug bust put a smile on my face.
-Hey Money, he said. Can I bum one of those offa you?
Being the supercool library worker, I obliged. I bummed many off of others in my time, so as a sorta, kinda civic duty to repay all those who gave me, I handed him one, a karmic thank you if you will.
He took it while another kid, around the same age, ran over and between the two they shared the prized cigarette in front of the entrance, passing it back and forth between each hit.
I took my time, finished my cigarette, and started walking towards the door.
-Good lookin', Money, he said as I was walking past. And for the briefest of seconds, I tried to formulate a response. I had no idea of what he meant, whether this was some sort of thank you or what.
-Uh, uh, yeah, thanks, I said and shuffled back into the library, completely embarrassed after the words left my mouth.
Sometimes I think I may be a little too white for my own good.
....
A little while later, a twenty-something year old guy came up to the counter. He reek of stale cigarettes and could barely string a sentence together as he placed his books on the counter. When I took them in my hands, I couldn't help but smirk just a little bit as I passed each one over the scanner: Math the Easy Way. Mushroom Identifier. Organic Chemistry. Careers for Plant Lovers. Thinking that I was helping out some young journeyman on his first plant, his first sale, and eventually his first drug bust put a smile on my face.