“True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice.”

So today I had to go to the library to make some copies, 12 to be exact. As I’m getting my stuff ready to copy suddenly my nose is accosted by the smell of OLD MAN. The conversation then proceeded to go like this:

Old Man: Are you gonna make copies?

Me: Yes

OM: Well I only got 1, so I’m just gonna go in front of you.

Me: I was speechless – ummm, ok. Ordinarily I would let someone go ahead of me, it’s the entitlement that pissed me off, so I was going to make him wait.

OM: Makes his copy, gets his change, notices it’s short .10 – I don’t think it was – he was just too stupid to know how to count. 3 quarters 1 nickel & a dime makes .90. So he proceeds to insert another dollar thinking that it’s a change machine (it’s not).

So while he’s then pounding on the machine to give him the change, all I can think to myself is, dude, if this fucker wasn’t so stinky and impatient and retarded, I would SO be done with my copies by now. In the meantime he’s kicking the machine and you know raising hell, NOT going to the help desk like anyone else would do, 3 librarians come over to see what the problem is. The problem, the money thing isn’t a change machine, so I had to make a copy and he got his money back, which by that point had escalated to almost $ 2.00. How, I’m not sure. But damnit if I wasn’t ready to kick him in the balls for being so fucking retarded.

I finally made my copies and oh yeah, the stuff I was copying was one of those things that’s not anyone’s business, I had to make copies of my taxes for something. So he starts reading over my shoulder and talking about them. I was pissed. If looks could kill old smelly man would’ve been dead.

That was my afternoon in a nutshell. I was gonna get a haircut too, but I decided after that, I shouldn’t because lord only knows what would have been in store for me.