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Sauce: Shhhhhh.

I apologize for any incomprehensibleness, typos, errors, repetitiveness, repetitiveness, or psychedelic ramblings in my previous post.  Mistakes were nearly unavoidable, considering the environment in which I’m working.  The only good news this afternoon is that librarians everywhere are breaking free from the stereotypes that have so long imprisoned them!  The rest is bad.  Very bad.  It can be summed up in five key words:  Loud Librarians Conversating together, mostly just Complaining, and Eating.
(They were also playing bagpipe music really, really quietly.)
(If it had been louder, their language of primal screams would have seemed more appropriate.)



PS Overheard snippet from aforementioned conversation:  “Oop!  It’s five o clock!  WHEN did THAT happen?”
I dunno.  Maybe like...at five o clock???  Maaaybe???
(Except it sounded like this:  “OOPPPPPPPP!!!!!!  IT’S FIIIVE O CLOCKKKK, HOMIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WHEN DID THAT HAPPENNNNENENENENNNNNNNNNNNNN?????????????   RAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!  ME LIBRARIANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!)







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