Shared Thoughts of 4 Former English Students

i have to share this story. i'm in a study room at the downtown KC library (beautiful old building) with a stack of John Donne books and a growling stomache. i'm safely locked in here for another hour and fifteen minutes, but a bit ago i went to the bathroom and made use of one of the two stalls. the other was occupied, and i could hear the newspaper rattling. then i heard, "that is one dumb mother fucker." is this guy crazy? i thought. is he commenting to the newspaper or is he talking to me? "stupid motherfucker," he went on. "he must be the stupidest motherfucker, and he must be deaf. dumb motherfucker i'm gonna kill you."
i was starting to freak out a little bit at this point. i grabbed my bag, left the stall and washed my hands, sorry to see there was a blow dryer instead of towels, but i used it anyway as the guy flushed and emerged from the stall looking pissed off and hurrying out of the bathroom. i was pretty sure then i had violated some code of ethics i didn't know about, but it certainly won't happen again! so i'm safely locked in here and hopefully the study rooms are bulletproof too. (it's a great library though, really)