I walk alone

Most song lyrics really don't make much sense when you see them written out. Especially the part that goes:

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I wish it could be a week ago instead of tonight. I wish I could capture moments and take them out and replay them again and again.

This is a LIBRARY. We are not your office supply store.

You need some tape, eh? Scissors, glue, a paper cutter? I suppose I can handle that. Manila folder, huh? An envelope and a stamp? I'll see what I can find. Staplers, sure we got those. Staple puller, those too. Colored paper, we got library blue and overdue pink, will that work? Notepaper, of course. College ruled, we must have some somewhere. Can I get you anything else? A ruler? Oh sure! Whiteout, check. Floppy discs, check. 2,000 copies for you, sir? Nooo prooooblem. Enlarged to exactly 141%, sure, but I'll tell you, sir, I'm going to enlarge it to 129% and lie to you because that's all that will fit on a page.

You....what? No. Sorry. WE WILL NOT TYPE YOUR TERM PAPER FOR YOU.

Oh well.

And then I got a phone call. A recorded message that said:

We are sorry to disturb you. This message was intended to be received only by an answering machine.

The oddities never end around here.