Well, today was unusually melodramatic, for a Saturday at least.
I went over to HoCo's Central Library* in Rouseville**, and while looking up some stuff, I heard the shrieking of a young child, leaving in his wake chaos and havoc***. Right next to me is some stoner, chatting away in yahoo!, a definite no-no at the library. Across from the hesher is some weirdo chick, a Wiccan-type from the looks of her. No offense, to all you goth-chicks, but... Anyways, the kid's causing a pretty major distrubance, no doubt, but the mother is definitely trying to settle him down. So the little squirt keeps on yelping away as mom diligently tries to steer him toward the exit of the biblioteque. Meanwhile, Sabrina and Harry Pothead are mumbling little snide comments to themselves, "Too much sugar, dude!"... "Nawww.. not enough parenting"... "Yawww... totally!" which didn't strike me right away as too inappropriate. But then the girl screams right at the poor woman, "SHUT THAT CHILD UP AND GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!!" Yipes. I really don't like these sorts of situations. Not even being in the immediate vicinity. I felt like telling the mother I felt sorry for her. I mean, sure, the little mouseketeer did have to go, but that shameless outburst just hit me the wrong way. Hhmmm... I guess I'm just the sympathetic kind of guy. A kid at camp told me I seem like a dad. A fairly scary thought, at my age. But maybe I can understand the sentiment...
*Which re-opened last year, and for some reason or another, I hadn't yet re-visited the place. Pretty schwanky. I think they've got a java and juice bar, which I tried to ignore.
**AKA Columbia, land of a thousand trees, not to mention all butt-ugly zoning-restricted buildings... :-P
*** Or vice-versa: havoc and chaos for sure.