I’m currently sitting in the library cafe.
My normal spot on the third floor next to the machines that read microfiche and the library index of cemeteries was taken by a younger guy in plaid reading some sort of book. My fallback spot, located on the opposite side of that particular seating area, was also filled by a bearded man doing some research, so I defaulted to the cafe. I’m a bit surprised that they allow them to have a television playing, but with reruns of friends on, who can complain. I wasn’t going to, but I decided to buy a coke from the guy at the counter. I’ve only bought a drink here once before, but the gentleman at the counter always seems to be up for some good-natured banter, so I couldn’t resist. We exchanged some remarks about the availability and cost of the drink and I sat down in at the open table in the corner. A few older individuals accompany me in the small sitting area. A lady with extreme bifocals has her nose about an inch away from the pages of a book (which I assume is about types of exotic animals judging by the number of images depicting large jungle cats and safari scenes) as she tries to decipher the cations underneath pictures. She mutters things from time to time but it doesn’t seem to phase the other two gentlemen sitting in the vicinity. The man towards my left seems to have been here for awhile. He’s studying some time of science related topic and has multiple binders full of hand written notes and diagrams. The one open on the top reads: phylum chordata - chordates, and I think it says something about the spinal cord. All of that stuff is over my head, but props to him for being intelligent. The man to my right has already left by the time I get to writing this. He seemed normal enough, just a man taking a water break before he heads home on his way back from work. Gradually, everyone else picks up their things and leaves. A couple other people come and go and friends turns into family feud. I’m debating about heading out, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to face the cold.