On Golden Thong

I attract crazy. I’m not talking quirky with a penchant for eccentricity; I’m talking bona-fide 5 point restraint gonzo.

Monday is deadline day in Day Job Land, and after my stories are turned in and corresponding editors pacified, I like to take a little me time to decompress before the family gets home. Where better to unwind than the library, right; a quiet, peaceful and FREE place to simply enjoy a little solitude?

Um, no; not so much.

I’ve blogged about my love of all things library many times, but yesterday my appreciation for Dewey and his Decimals suffered a severe blow. It wasn’t the libraries fault, but more accurately the icky couple engaged in some serious senior citizen PDA in the reading room


Not age discrimination eww, just plain old eww. Really, smooching in the library? (And I’m talking smooching with a little second base action! And why did I KEEP watching! I have issues.) Aren’t they old enough to get a room somewhere?

Anyway, long story short, I said something to Mary, our pseudo-hippie and clearly Woodstock-impacted librarian and she informs me this is an ongoing issue. Apparently the lovebirds both live with their respective children and meet there on Monday for a romantic rendezvous.

Romeo and Juliet knocked it down a few notches as I passed toward the exit, and out of pure curiosity I looked at the books on the table in front of them: American Heart Association Low Salt Cookbook, Die Broke.

Laughed all the way home.


5 comments on “On Golden Thong

  1. janesadek says:

    Though I have no interest in watching anyone, regardless of their age, making out in the library, I'm always encouraged by the fact that romance doesn't end just because you can't fit into your leather pants anymore. The book I'm shopping to agents right now is a romantic comedy set in a retirement center. I think the audience this will appeal to is pretty much ignored. Rock on senior lovers!

  2. Hi Jane! Yep, the eww factor knows no age – no PDA in the library! Can't wait to read the book!

  3. Bethany C. says:

    NO!!! I'm having visions of my Grandma Dykman and her oh-so-slobbery kisses feasting on a hunched-over, liver-spotted man who smells like old shoes. (You are funny. I like you.)

  4. Hi ladies. Anita – the eww/aww ratio was up for debate. Bethany, lovely image – Grandma Dykman sounds priceless. LOL!

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