I’m literally typing this as it is occurring. A little back story first, though. I have about 20 minutes to spare before I have to start my after-school pick-ups of the girls, so I decided to hit the public library and peruse the Internet for a bit, work on my on Christmas list, if you will.
I’m in the computer lab and there are a fair number of people in here engaged in various computer related activities. There’s a lot of You-Tubing and Facebooking going on. I hear a cell phone ring, but it’s quickly silenced, so I keep searching Zappos for a pair of leopard print wedges in size 8 1/2. Next, I hear the patron sitting diagonally from me talking in a hushed voice. Must of have been his cell phone I conclude. He’s getting kind of irrirated with whoever it is on the other line and I’m starting to hear some expletives peppering his conversation. Now, I’m no library Gestapo, but there are signs all over the place imploring people to take their calls outside. I briefly glance up and realize, he is talking to his computer screen. Here’s the convo:
“Oh, you gonna delete me like you think you da shit. Well I’mma tell you, I’m the shit. Yeah, I AM the shit. Ain’t this some shit. I’mma show you who the shit is, that’s what up. Shiiiiiiiiit!”
I think I’m going to start a movement to insist that in order to use the computers at the public library, you must take a written exam on what is, where to find and how to use
this book right here:
