library shenanigans and tomfoolery

Ok so. In my beautiful, wonderful city I live in during the semester there's an American Library (i'm German) with a pretty nice assortment of books i like a lot more than the ones in the main city library (closer to where i live, but full of nasty, ghastly, boring romance novels that are not my cup of tea).

The trouble is that a), the american library is at the other end of the city and it's kind of an Ordeal for me to get there and b), currently the trams are on strike Every Single Fucking Week especially on days where I might have wanted to go travel to that darn library like a normal person.

Due to those very same strikes my first journey there was kind of a nightmare and since i'm on my feet the whole day during my internship I was So, So Tired from walking, standing and the mental and spiritual strain of that day that my knees hurt the whole week long and I thought I must have damaged my legs in some way. But what can one do when a hyperfixation kicks in? That's right, one is powerless and has to oblige to The Interest.

Anyways, unfortunately my little Interest is the only thing that gives me strength and something to look forward to, so I had to go back to the american library and get some more books.

I have already feared and suspected that the elderly ladies at the counter might notice and comment on me only reading books by one and the same author. Which I know isn't bad and no one cared ultimately, but for some paranoid reason i felt that that's illegal and uncool of me or whatever? And they DID comment.

"Oh, Wodehouse Fan?", they said.

OH GOD they noticed my weird reading habits, I thought, already getting warm and hoping I wasn't red in the face. Embarassing. Stay natural.

However, I was already mentally prepared. I said something about not reading as much as in my childhood and finding the Wodehouse style easy to read and well-written.

One of them agreed with that, the other said:" Well, you've almost read all his books then, it seems, haha?"

She probably meant, the ones that are available in said library. I, however, thought she meant generally available Wodehouse books, of which, as I know, he has written about over a hundred. So, forgetting the fact that maybe not everyone is as interested in this as i am, I took it literally and replied: "Well, not quite. There are a lot of novels written by him, it seems, i think. it might take a while, haha."

Adding to this, from my perspective, awkward and mentally taxing conversation that should have never taken place in the first place, I also showed the wrong card, adding an extra touch of je-ne-sais-quoi, if that's what it's called, that i didn't need in my situation.

To balance out the awkwardness and regain the social fluency points i've lost, I wished them a very nice further day (A very smart tactic of me, in my opinion). At least i shall be remembered as friendly next time I reappear there.

My face when i exited the library:       ._.

- Closing thoughts: Of course I know that ultimately, no one really cares, they meant well and are just bored sitting there all day long and I'm not the only slightly awkward person who has ever been there. It's ok. But also i still felt weird and like, pointed-out, or something. I'm so used to the luxury and anonymity of self-check outs at libraries nowadays and I kind of would have preferred that. 

- Rating: 3/5 stars experience, I did my best.