Overhead At The Library, “Christlike Maniac” Edition

Ladies and gentlemen, I love this place more than anything, but it has been a singularly strange stretch at the library.

In the past two weeks, I have overheard the following phrases, some of which were shouted:

“You Christlike maniac!”

“Show me where it says I can’t wash dishes in the drinking fountain!”

“Oh man, not another lazy eye…”

“The bibliophile is extinct.  Give me a Triscuit.”

“I need to know where Russia gets off calling itself the motherland, when everybody knows that Africa’s the real motherland, and I need to know right now.’

“Man, nobody reads no more.”

That last one isn’t true.  The others, I can’t vouch for one way or the other.