
This week, I helped an incredulous seeing impaired fellow find literary quotations, jokes, and photocopied an article on immigration for him, all the while trying to change the topic or express non-verbal disapproval of his rants about "letting all the immigrants in." Eventually he got around to questioning my age, my education, and finished off by asking me what time I'd be getting off work. I vaguely replied, oooh, pretty soon (5 hours away!)...early enough to enjoy the good weather (or not)...
Someone asked me the other day what things I'm scared of...and I didn't really think much of it...but I'd have to say my personal safety sometimes as a woman living in this city after dark...I can handle all the characters you can throw at me within the walls of the library, there's strength in unity and power in a nametag (yeah right) but when I leave at night, I just hope no one is waiting. Ever.
Unless he has four legs...
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