Tales From The Circ Side
The E-cig Gangstas
Library life is far from sedate. Of course whilst one is living the stacks life, run ins with colorful characters can and will occur. The E-cig gangstas encounter was devoid of color, it was smell that permeated my awareness and the library on the fateful day that our paths crossed.
The vaperlude began one rainy fall day when I was happily ensconced in the back mending a Minecraft handbook. As I cursed the publishers for the thousandth time for their cheap binding technique and lackluster production skills, I became aware of my manager stomping off into the stacks muttering,
"I just know those boys are up to something!"
My blessed manager was a child of the flower power era, and as such, wasn't really aware of some of the technological advances in nicotine inhalation. She swarmed the two adolescent males that were lurking in the back of non fiction like Nelson's battleships at the mouth of the Nile. Well, if those warships were clad in a flowing skirt and even more flowing gray hair, but I digress.
No suspected nicotine could be detected, but my boss was sure that the teens were smoking. After fifteen years of managing the library, she did have misbehavedar. My other lovely coworker concurred that the teens were acting awfully suspicious. Both of my fellow employees looked at me and said,
"Kat, go take a look at them, what do you think?"
I smiled at the thought of abandoning the sinking ship Mending Minecraft and strolled toward the self help section of the library. The first thing that I noticed as I drew near the supposed troublemakers was the scent of a carnival. As the sublime smell of freshly spun cotton candy hit my nostrils, I started inwardly chuckling, for I knew what the young deviants were up too.
"Yo, yo, yo! You know you are hardcore when you are circus-scented vapin in the back of the library!"
Both of the vape stars turned a lovely shade of cherry flavored vape juice packaging and started to waddle towards the library door like a couple of clowns exiting a car.
"Wot, wot! Livin the cotton candy life, WORD TO YOUR MOTHER!"
It was truly one of the most satisfying moments of my librarian career as I watched the spun sugar twins trip over themselves trying to escape the flow of Miss Manilla Splice that afternoon. After I recovered from a good solid five minutes of belly laughs, I explained to my boss and coworker what the two were up to, what a vape pen (e-cigarette) was, and why I was devoid of any sort of oxygen in that moment.
Strangely enough, I haven't seen my two cotton candy rockstars since. Maybe they ran away to work at a carnival. Who knows?
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Remind me to hire Miss Manilla Splice for future cotton candy wielding miscreants.
I never fail to inspire; carnival smelling deviants can never out conspire, this rhyme spitting librarian be for hire! WOO!
Dang, I might have out-nerded myself there. Better go lie down....heh.
I am greatly saddened that I missed this particular event.
I spun rhymes like sugar floss on a cone. You would have approved.
That was....educational!!! And I'm still chuckling!
LOL! Thanks, I might still giggle a bit every time I think about the incident too....
OK, you got me. I'm done laughing and I have nothing to say. On second thought, I think I would rather haul hay than be a victim of that rap.
Heh. How bout a bit of both. I always like a spot of music when I am doing manual labor, perhaps bit of rapping and rhyming while it's hay stacking time?
Peace out!
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nice post & ....glad you......thanks for sharing.....