I leave for work a bit earlier than usual because I want to take the Mozart CDs back to the library.
I get to the library and the man with the John Lennon-style glasses is there again, sitting in the exact same seat I saw him in before. In front of him are stacks of newspapers. His arms are lying by his side and his head is laid back. If his eyes were open then they would be looking straight up at the ceiling, but they’re not. Instead, his mouth is wide open.
At first, he is completely still. I wonder if he’s dead or something. Then suddenly he gives a loud snort and wakes himself up. He looks around the room, either to see where he is or to see if anyone saw or heard him. He then wipes some saliva from his chin and starts sorting through the papers in front of him.
I take the CDs out of my bag and hand them to a young guy in a black shirt and jeans, standing behind the counter. He has an ID badge on a strip of material around his neck – this is the only way I know he works here.
He smiles as I hand him the CDs and says ‘thanks.’
I take my earphones out, to make sure I don’t shout at him and say thanks back. I can still hear my earphones quite clearly now they are unplugged from my ears and I am sure he can too.
I walk past the library after I leave and glance through the open window at the side of the building. The man in the John Lennon-style glasses has fallen asleep in his chair again.
I get to the library and the man with the John Lennon-style glasses is there again, sitting in the exact same seat I saw him in before. In front of him are stacks of newspapers. His arms are lying by his side and his head is laid back. If his eyes were open then they would be looking straight up at the ceiling, but they’re not. Instead, his mouth is wide open.
At first, he is completely still. I wonder if he’s dead or something. Then suddenly he gives a loud snort and wakes himself up. He looks around the room, either to see where he is or to see if anyone saw or heard him. He then wipes some saliva from his chin and starts sorting through the papers in front of him.
I take the CDs out of my bag and hand them to a young guy in a black shirt and jeans, standing behind the counter. He has an ID badge on a strip of material around his neck – this is the only way I know he works here.
He smiles as I hand him the CDs and says ‘thanks.’
I take my earphones out, to make sure I don’t shout at him and say thanks back. I can still hear my earphones quite clearly now they are unplugged from my ears and I am sure he can too.
I walk past the library after I leave and glance through the open window at the side of the building. The man in the John Lennon-style glasses has fallen asleep in his chair again.
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