I hid in the stacks to spy on the security guard and a homeless man, posed identically: feet up on the table, hands clasped behind head, chair tipped back.
Bracketed by two minutes of comfortable silence on either side, this was their entire conversation:
security guard: Sausages.
homeless man: Sheeeiiiiiiit. Biscuits and gravy.
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I'm crazy about the book angel. I was afraid to talk to him for like three years but now we get along famously and he has started casually swearing in front of me, which I'm a true sucker for. I thanked him for a favor and he said "well that's what the damn things are for!" There was no need for that swear and I adore the crap out of him for it. He's wee and knows things about Jimmy Cagney; what is not to like? We were joking and then he took the wind right out of me, in a good way - he said, "I'm just glad I could do a small thing to give you some happiness. With my many imperfections."
