Libraries - part 5
Mr Goldsack. Most call him a retarded, scruffy, piss stained growling beast of a man. I regard him as a super intelligent dog. I think he may be inbred, since Dover does have something of an inbreeding problem. Every day he comes in to use our 20 year old, unfunded, crap, crap, unfunded, crap computers. If none are free, so begins the game we dubbed "roulette". The library is kind of set out in a circle and he will walk in said circle, checking all the computers. With each pre-booked computer his pace increases, and the low pitch growling raises in pitch. Usually after 6 revolutions he will stop at one random service point to launch a tirade upon the poor sap sitting there (thus the name "Roulette"). He will then start shouting at the poor sod in what begins as English and gradually descends into barking after 10 or so words. Honest to god, barking. Oh, and twice he's thrown his bag at me. And yet both times, I just gave it back and asked if I could help - fucking ingrained British politeness.
(GONEism, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 16:04, 1 reply)

I like your "glass half-full" outlook on life:
"Most call him a retarded, scruffy, piss stained growling beast of a man. I regard him as a super intelligent dog"

A click for that, sir. Welcome to b3ta!
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 17:38, closed)