Should've gone

The other night, my roommate and I went to a local library so that I could finish an assignment for class. Now, normal people would probably assume we went to the library for the quiet, academic like atmosphere.

Nay my friend, nay.

My assignment required me to stalk observe parenting in a public place. I chose the library, thinking I'd surely find some 5 year old having a major meltdown in the kid's section.

Well, no such luck. No major breakdowns. No child running around playing 'keep away'. All I found was a boy who kept whacking himself in the head.

It was the library after all. The institution probably responsible for the very first "shush".

I should've gone to Wal-mart.