Thursday, March 13, 2003
at 1:44 PM2 + 2 = 5
In preparation for the English unit on existentialism (about which I know little) I journeyed to the school library during seventh period for the purpose of collecting a few titles to read during Spring Break. I with my books sidled up to the checkout counter but encountered a roadblock in the form of Ms. Grimme, one of the library Ubermenschen.
She asserted I needed to flash my school identification or my driver's license (which does not exist, as I do not drive) at her. I informed her I could not at the moment produce said identification card, but I could rattle off my Social Security number (as it was all she needed). Ms. Grimme replied,"No, honey, that won't work- because then we have no way of knowing who you are."
As I stood there, furrowing my brow at this statement, she then offered to hold the books for me. I agreed to this arrangement, stating I would return on the morrow (I actually used the word "tomorrow", but "on the morrow" here sounds much more romantic). Mrs. Grimme handed me a blank slip of paper as she took my books, saying,"Here- write your name on this so we know whose books these are."
