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It's another night in the Mean Bean, and for once, it's quiet. There are quite a few people here, but they're quiet ones. I appreciate this -- I get a little snarky when I'm trying to work and I can't hear my thoughts for the pockets of noisy-noisy college students. I'm here to work, but the people around me are a lot more interesting than the article I'm reading about taxes in Jamaica. In front of me are two sign-languaging ladies. That probably helps with the quiet. They aren't deaf, though -- they're students. I know because occasionally they speak out loud. One has her back to me and she bounces her ponytail too much. Even when I'm attempting to concentrate on Jamaican tax reform, I'm distracted by the bouncing tail that happens to fall just beyond my laptop screen. She has a 97.1 average in the class. The other one is wearing a shirt that says "Silent Weekend." Until a few minutes ago, there was an older couple sitting on the blue couch. They were doing a lot of cuddling. I was jealous. But they're gone now. There are a few student-like people, and one professor-like person. There are a couple hoodlum-like boys over by the door. And I'm here, too. Not sure what my category would be. Girl looking busy, but distracted. Maybe that's it. Post a comment in response: |
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