A Strange Day

Yesterday afternoon, I rode my bike down to the Harold Washington Library to check out some books. As I reached the main floor and walked toward the escalator leading up, a strange man picked me out of the crowd. I say this, because he made a direct B-line toward me from across the room. He had a young face, covered in a long white beard and caveman hair of the same color. He had those "Crazy eyes" the kind WWF Wrestlers have when they make public threats to their rivals. He said "Do you know what time it is.", but he wasn't asking a question. His voice was more affirmative, like he *knew* what time it was or he was asking if I knew figuratively what time it was and was quizzing me. I look down at my watch and reply "2 4 2" (of course!). I then proceed up the escalator to the foreign language section. While browsing through the tapes & cds, *three* security guards( I'm so dangerous!) and one man in plain clothes surround me. "Can you please come with us?" I ask if there is a problem and walk with them a little. The plain clothed man properly identifies himself as a Chicago Police Officer and states "a person who wishes to remain anonymous has reported that you may have something in your bag that is the Property of The Chicago Public Library." He requests to search my bag. "I reply Sure, there's nothing...." he cuts me off asking me if there is anything sharp that may cut or prick him while searching. I cautiously state nothing I can remember. After lots of questioning and searching, including turning my pockets inside out, of course there is nothing and they apologize for the inconvenience. I have no idea who it was, but my intuition does not point to the crazy man, but rather one of the security guards who I noticed eyeing me as I came in; I felt that feeling of "being watched" when I passed by her. It musti've been my hat.Later, I went to the bathroom.While in the stall, I looked down and saw a big vinyl [1] workboot encroaching under the partition and into my stall. I look further, a man's hand is dangling limply on the floor. I hear snoring. Some guy fell asleep on the pot!It was a day of WTF?jv [1] You can tell they are vinyl by the stress cracks. One thing I miss about leather is the durability. There is no synthetic equivalent that matches the durability, elasticity, and breathability of leather. (yet)