Searching Buddha

It's the last night of our class. Everyone else is going home and waving goodbye, but I head back to the library. The library's closed, but the door's unlocked, so I sneak in to do some work. I'm relieved that it's closed, because now I have the place all to myself, which is probably every booklover's dream. Only it's not the QC library -- it's my old high school library. I know that it has other floors, but the only one I see is the library in my high school.

Soon, the librarian comes to the door and I realize that I've left it unlocked behind me. I sneak up to it, gollum-style, and try to lock it before they notice me and they start pounding at the door for me to get out. I leave, abashed and frustrated.

The next night we're in class again and I leave and try to enter the library again. Tonight I can't get in because Phil Collins is there playing a concert. One of the partners at my firm is there too and he's looking for a cover to his teamug, because he wants to put his tea into the refrigerator and he doesn't want it to get stale.

"But it only cost you, what, fifty cents?" I ask, looking down at the cup and noticing it's Lipton (which is barely tea at all in my book). He gives me a look like I'm a nobody (something he's rather famous for in real life) and I go chasing after him with some aluminum foil to cover his mug. He refuses to take it, but puts his mug into the refrigerator with nothing to protect it instead.

Next I'm sitting on the floor in the class and someone points out the worst run in my pantyhose that I've ever seen. I laugh and say, "Yeah, this pair is ready for the trash," but look again and notice that my skirt (my favorite) has a big run in it too, just like the pantyhose.

"See how everything in my life is just starting to fall apart?" I joke, trying to make the class laugh.