Maybe people aren’t so bad after all. Here I am, sitting in front of the library, watching people come and go, expecting and desiring no human interaction, perfectly content to remain a silent, invisible watcher. Creepy? Yes. Stress-free? Yes.
Anyway, one older lady shuffled by, in an oversized t-shirt and crocs. Ten minutes later, she shuffled out again, a plastic bag of books clutched tightly in her hand. She walked past me, did a double take, and came back. The following conversation ensued:
Lady: “I would have said hi to you on the way in...”
Me: “?”
Lady: “...but I was too busy thinking about BOOKS!”
Me: “Chuckle chuckle.”
I don’t know if you could call that a conversation, actually. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Even the crocs don’t matter. That lady and I now share a common bond, which will remain unbreakable through the ages! (At least, until one of us dies and/or the digital age renders books obsolete.) (Which will happen over my dead body, so that was a bit redundant.)
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