Last night Enrique and I went to the bookstore at the University of Maryland to wait for our copies of the last Harry Potter book. It was the smart place to go to--there weren't a lot of people there, and within 5 minutes of midnight we both had our copies paid for. There was a little fiasco though with Enrique's dumb cashier who didn't know how to put in my membership number for an extra discount. After a couple of minutes of panicking over it, we told her fuck it and he bought the book without the extra discount. Man, the people in line behind us must have been so pissed, but shit, I thought it was hilarious.
On our way back to the car we passed through the engineering building and when we were really near the door out to the parking lot where the car was, we met a cop, a real tough-guy-looking cop, with no beer belly, with a Glock and a bulletproof vest and all. He said words like 'fuck' and 'shit'; it was totally awesome. Except he was wearing booties. See, there was a mercury spill in the building, and it had been locked down. When he saw us in there, he was like, 'how did you get in here?' I imagined that maybe he thought we were secret agent-types whom no locked doors can stop, but really all we did was push a door open. The fucked up thing was that we were already at the end of the building we wanted to get to when he saw us, and he had us walk all the way back to the other end of the building, i dunno, maybe exposing us to even more mercury.
I dunno, maybe I will die of mercury poisoning imminently. I should finish that book soon then. Why am I even writing this?
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