Way back when I was but a wee lad, libraries were places of quiet. As in the entire library. The children’s section might get a teeny tiny bit noisy, but that was only when it was story-time.
Then one day, there was a new room in the library. It had a sign on the door that read: Quiet Room.
The library *was * getting noisier, but just a notch or two above background noise, nothing that can’t be coped with.
Flash forward to 2003. Walking into the library is no different then walking into a crowded restaurant.
Background noise? Only if I put in earplugs.
But I can still deal with it and if I need to I can go into the Quiet Room.
But you, my ferret felcher, you are a Cunt Swabble.
It is posted in no less then 15 places including the entrance doors that Food and drinks are prohibited in the library. Thank you for your consideration.
I was actually astonished that you could be so insanely stupid as to say, “Well, if food and drinks are prohibited then why is there a water fountain?”
Ummm, let’s see, because people might get thirsty, but it is situated in a place that is away from the library materials to prevent them getting wet, or to prevent what you caused to have happen.
But I forgot, you are a member of Gen Y, so you have no fucking clue what it means to be considerate towards others. you are self-centered, self absorbed, spoiled, selfish, have a huge unearned sense of entitlement and could use a good spanking, with a hard paddle on your bare ass.
'Course if that happened you would probably sue.
Since you have no sense of consideration and apparently are able to turn your ability to read on and off when it suits you, you brought in a Zeppelin Sized Big Gulp which you topped off from a 2 Liter bottle of Dr. Pepper that you had in your backpack.
Of course you didn’t have a lid on the Big Gulp.
Oh no, can’t be done.:rolleyes: :rolleyes:
Then you put the Big Gulp on top of the computer monitor.
Not the wisest thing to do, but you couldn’t be bothered to put it down in a less precarious place, you were busy doing important things, like simultaneously bleating at someone on your cell phone while apparently instant messaging **the exact same person ** on the computer.
And I’ll just make brief mention of how rude you were to the librarian when she took all of 3 minutes to bring you the First Edition copies of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
God forbid you be kept waiting for 5 minutes.
:rolleyes:
Interesting that despite your anger at the librarian’s percieved slowness in bringing the books to you, once you had them you showed absolutely no interest in the books, instead slinging them carelessly onto the table, then opening them both and putting them on the edge of the keyboard.
Then it happened.
Whoever you were talking to must have really pushed your button. You actually started screaming at them and waving your arm wildly.
Which was a very bad mistake.
Very bad.
'Cause your arm hit the monitor which caused your Big Gulp to slip and spill its contents not just on the keyboard, but into the back of the monitor, causing that to short out.
Which was bad enough, but somehow, some of the Dr. Pepper managed to get into the sever for the library, which caused it to short out, which flipped a circuit breaker, cutting off all power in the library.
But you weren’t done just yet.
A good bit of Dr. Pepper also splashed all over the copies of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
Trust me, paper that is over 100 years old doesn’t react well to Dr. Pepper.
Of course, to cap it all off, what did you say when confronted with the evidence of your wrongdoing?
The classic Gen Y response: “It’s not my fauly man, Quit hasslin’ me.” And of course you said it with the proper whiny “Woe is me I’m so put upon. Everybody picks on me” tone of voice and as an added bonus you said it with a sneer.
I believe your bill will total somewhere around $7800.
Oh, and if you do sue, rest assured I will be more than happy to testify against you.
Brine shrimp felcher.
