"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.
I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with a PBS station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed.
I had to laugh out loud at this. I work in a library AND while I shelve I listen to Supreme Court Oral Arguments. I think I might need to join TA (Thinkers Anon).