I finished Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk about a week ago and moving through Joe Parkin's A Dog in a Hat pretty fast it was time to start looking for another one. I've wanted to read Chuck Klosterman so I went to the library to see what they had. The librarian has been the same hag forever, she was the one who 12 years ago kept you off the computers to check email before I had a home computer. Paying $2 to use the internet for 45 minutes sucked but it was my only option. I decided to get a book that wasn't there but at another branch, reluctantly she offered to get the book held at the Breckenridge branch. While I was standing at the counter she called that branch and did everything in her power to NOT say the title of the book. It was there and they are holding it but without being sure the librarian on the other end wanted to make sure that it was the right book, she told the librarian the code in whatever new dewey decimal system they use and finally had to say "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs" I smiled as she said this, the only better title I can think of is if I asked her to get Arthur Nersesian's The Fuck Up.

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