we have a patron that regularly visits the library. i'll call him Mr Big Ass. Mr Ass has a big one. a big old, smelly ASS. the guy is in his fifties, maybe 400 pounds but i think a little more than that. he wobbles (like a Weeble) around on a tiny stick of a cane. he's filthy. he wears his pants so low that his underwear shows (white with, ugh, stains). he can't talk without first blowing his foul breath in our faces, like a bellows. he wears multiple bandaids on his fingers. bandaids that look like they haven't been changed in days...black and frayed. once in a while, i see him in a security guard uniform. i kid you not! atleast he cleans up a bit when he wears it. who would hire a fat guy who could barely walk as a security guard? what could he possible be 'securing'? and why do i see so many fuck-ups in security guard uniforms? who pays these guys?
well, lately, Mr Big Ass has been borrowing books on backpacking and hiking and vegetarian cooking. right. he must be planning to back pack from the fridge to the chair infront of the TV. i can't see him in the woods on a trail. sheesh. i often wish i could see into other peoples lives. but, if i did, i would probably have a whole lot of sympathy for them and that would ruin my 'piss on the world' attitude and then what would i have to complain about?
well, lately, Mr Big Ass has been borrowing books on backpacking and hiking and vegetarian cooking. right. he must be planning to back pack from the fridge to the chair infront of the TV. i can't see him in the woods on a trail. sheesh. i often wish i could see into other peoples lives. but, if i did, i would probably have a whole lot of sympathy for them and that would ruin my 'piss on the world' attitude and then what would i have to complain about?
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