Frustration

Okay so I took E to story time at the Warminster Library, and afterwards there was a girl E started playing with who happened to be accompanied by a dad.  Dad was younger than me but not by a lot, and I think Dad thought he was going to walk out of the library and onto the set of The Real World.

His little girl was very active so I was thinking she would have liked story time a lot.  I tried a couple of times, Blog  To be friendly. What's her name? I asked.  No NOT WHAT'S YOUR NAME  you pompous tool.  Your name I care not one little fig about.  But Evleyn seems cool.

Anyway, I was trying to make conversation with this guy because we are standing in a two by two square foot space with toddlers crawling up our legs. and I am like oh you missed story time, that's too bad they have it Tues Wed and Thursday.

So this guy scoffs and says,
 "Oh.
(pause) 
 Your're telling me.
I missed story time."


And I am like, uh yeah, asswipe.


You missed story time. Jesus.


(Sorry Bloggy, I don't like to curse)