I've learned some things in the last six months that I could have gone a lifetime without knowing. In fact, I wish I didn't know...
I wish I didn't know that one stinky person is able to make an 8000 square-foot building smell so bad it makes your eyes water. A few stinky people at once is probably someone's hell. It's pretty close to that for me. I have a low threshold for such things. How do you tell someone that they're making you feel an almost uncontrollable urge to dry-heave over a trash can?
A while back we got a book about crafting with cat hair. I'm serious. Felted cat hair finger puppets. It's pretty fantastic. But, after checking in books for...all this time...I've decided that we need a Crafting with Patron Hair book.
I'm also genuinely appalled by the things that people seem to think library books are used for... a library book is not a plate or a coaster, yet they so often come back with bits of food stuck inside the pages and the tell-tale coffee cup-sized circle of dried liquid on the cover. I would really like to NEVER again have to ask myself, or anyone else, "Is this chocolate or...?" I'd be so happy if I never again found a piece of toilet paper being used as a bookmark. At least I haven't yet had the thrill of picking a condom out of a book.
It's upsetting.
What little tolerance I had for people is quickly fading. I do have my moments of being genuinely friendly, but it's tough. I like the books far more than I like the people.
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