mana

I'm at a library, which means I'm typing on the filthy keyboard of a public computer. There's this guy sitting next to me, on one of the other computers, and it's not that he's retarded or anything, he's just simple minded of some sort. He's humming some tune I can't make out. Not that it's annoying, it just goes to show the kind of mentality I have to keep up with in this retarded country where I live. Never mind.

This guy, let's call him Ole. It's a typical name for simple minded (or even retarded) Norwegian men. He's humming his tune and surfing the net, and apparantly he wants to buy a computer online. Only problem is, he doesn't understand the website and he keeps clicking on the wrong links, until he finally gathers the guts to ask one of the librarians for help. This is of course a dumb idea, considering the mean age of the librarians in this country, and of course their sex. Let's call our librarian Silje, a typical librarian's name in this country. Silje is a 47 year old human being of the female kind. Not good looking, which may be one of the many good reasons to which she chose a profession where hiding behind books is one of the job descriptions. So Ole asks Silje for help. And of course Silje doesn't have a clue and mumbles a few words before the telephone rings and she leaves Ole to himself.

Click, click and click are the sounds coming from the computer's mouse where Ole puts his finger time after time, just clicking away, because he doesn't know any better.

I take a moment and ask myself if I want to help this retard. Through the window I spot a 20 year old blonde boy and I say to hell with Ole, to hell with Silje, to hell with the library - and I'm out.


*pointless*