It is completely crazy at the library today. It’s like half the people in here are completely insane. MORE than half. Cute-but-crazy Chanel is at a computer at one of the cubicles, listening to music on headphones. She’s standing up, dancing wildly, and singing along at the top of her lungs. Adding to the effect she has white pancake make-up on, and dark black eye shadow around both eyes. Giving her face a mask-like ghoulish affect . . .
This gray-haired woman at another computer stands up and shouts: “THIS IS A LIBRARY! THIS NOISE HAS GOT TO STOP!!” She approaches an elderly black guy at the cubicle behind me and shouts at him: “YOU’VE GOT TO STOP! YOU’VE GOT TO STOP!!” He looks up at her with bewilderment and confusion. He’s just sitting there quietly minding his own business. The gray-haired woman suddenly realizes that he’s not the culprit (uh duh). That the noise is coming from Chanel dancing wildly in the next aisle. “Sorry,” she says and goes over and confronts Chanel. They have a brief shouting match. And then Chanel takes off her headphones and storms off to another part of the library, singing loudly and wildly the whole way, her voice echoing across the library.
Meanwhile, the guy sitting next to me is repeatedly punching himself on the head. Hard! I grimace every time I hear the sound of fist connecting to skull. The gray-haired woman starts shouting again:
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE IN THE LIBRARY TODAY?? EVERYBODY IS COMPLETELY CRAZY!! NOW THE GUY SITTING NEXT TO ME KEEPS HITTING HIMSELF ON THE HEAD. WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?”
“Tourettes,” he says.
“THERE’S MEDICATION FOR THAT!” she says.
“I’m taking it,” he says.”
“WELL YOU’RE NOT TAKING ENOUGH!” she says.
And how is your day going so far?