clockwatching

I'm at the library. It's almost 8PM. I feel like I've been here forever. There was a children's reading & craft program this evening so there has been a surplus of bored wandering parents and shrieking children. The dreadlocked homeless porn-looker made an appearance earlier, as well as the deaf guy who tattles on him. The old guy with the phlegm problem is here somewhere, I can hear his wet rattle back in the stacks. All I need now is a phone call from the idiot crossword puzzle lady (she is unfamiliar with both unicef and ahab, I swear) and my night will be complete.