“Hey! You!”

I turned around and saw a red faced man wearing a bright blue vest, which identified him as library staff. He looked like Michael Moore because of his glasses and the fat belly, but he sounded twangy.

“Who gave you permission to take photos?” He barked.

“Oh. Do I need permission?” I asked.

“Yes in fact you do, you need my permission before you take photos inside the library, and you haven’t asked me, so you shouldn’t be taking photos.”

I was shocked into silence. The conversation went on for a bit, and it ended badly.

“Well next time you want to take photos you need permission,” he said.

“Don’t worry, next time I’ll ask for sure!”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Oh.”

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As I walked out of the building he followed me to make sure of something. I don’t know what.

I still can’t believe a librarian yelled at me! Now I have to avoid the library until I recover my ‘I can do anything because I’m free’ ignorance.

I only wanted a picture of the library so I remember what it looks like.

My updates move at turtle-like speeds. I’ve been busy.

Instead of telling you about how busy I am, I’m going to stuff my face with food.

“My mom sent me Samoas. They’re girl scout cookies.”

“Samoas? What’s in them?”

“Coconut and-”

“You racist!”

Racist? No! Most Americans (and girl scouts) don’t know about Samoa. To clarify:

• Samoas are girl scout cookies
• Samoa is a country in the South Pacific Ocean 
• Samoans are people from Samoa

I suspect if the girl scouts infiltrated New Zealand they would sell Samoas as Caramel deLites instead.

_{1. Isha is Indonesian and his middle name is Furmuncher. I wish my middle name was this interesting.}