Well, I was at the library today and as I stood there near the entrance trying to get my life together I caught a glimpse of something that I almost couldn’t believe. Out of the corner of my eye, there she was. The goat. As she hurriedly entered and the sliding doors automatically closed behind her I was filled with excitement and wanted to scream out “the goat!”, but since we were at the library my brain wouldn’t let the words free. I couldn’t even say them under my breath hoping she would hear me as she breezed past. I mean, what if it wasn’t her? Could you imagine if a woman was walking past someone and they called her “the goat”, and it really wasn’t “the goat”, just some poor lady who would forever wonder what flaw, what imperfection, would prompt such a comment from a total stranger? I wasn’t about to risk damaging someone’s image of themselves just to find out, but I couldn’t let it go. What if it was “the goat”? I would want to say WHUUUDDUUP!!? You know? How often do you come across a fellow Slowtimer author in real life, let alone at the library? I had to find out for real. So, I mustered up the courage to approach her and instead of asking if she was “the goat” I decided I would open with, “Do you write for a blog called Slowtimer?”
Turns out it was “the goat”, and she was there for a similar reason as me. To improve our lives using one of the most amazing things this great nation of ours ever came up with: the public library system. Word up. I am even going to take out a really interesting book I found staring at me from one of the shelves; “This Is Your Country On Drugs: The Secret History Of Getting High In America.” Purely for research purposes, of course.