Last Thursday I was returning to work after my lunch break when I heard a woman screaming - no, she was screeching - in the parking lot. When I turned around to see what the problem might be, another woman beside me, with four kids in tow, started screaming back at her. The first woman was standing beside a car and throwing her arms about her head wildly. "It wants to bite me! Look at how it's looking at me - it wants to bite me!"
Both car doors were open. On the side opposite the screeching woman, a small orange and white cat sat, her tail flicking back and forth as she stared at the inside of the car. The woman's friend started hassling the screamer.
"Oh, that's right, you're a grown woman, and you're afraid of cats."
She yelled at the kids to follow her out to help her friend, who was clearly terrified. The cat started to walk around to the back of the car and the screaming increased in volume. The cat-fearing lady started running away from the car. The kids stared at her curiously, then at each other. One of them bent over and started to pet the cat, who rubbed up against him. Clearly, this was a ferocious beast.
I spent the better part of the afternoon at work imitating the woman, which seemed to amuse my coworkers. Who says being a librarian is boring?
Oh, I just saw a book on the return cart called "The Verbally Abusive Man: Can He Change?" My .44 says, "Yes, ma'm."