In the library...naturally infuriated...

The front desk workers, all of them middle-aged adults, do NOT seem to grasp that they shouldn't be chit-chatting ENDLESSLY. I seriously wanna take a fucking bat to their skulls. And one of them would SEEM to be an old-school taskmaster...being she continually demands that any bag or backpack be held at the front desk, and also won't allow you to bring in bottled water. I had to hand over a half-full bottle the other day. I WANTED to throw it in her fucking face, then flee, but yet again, the ever-thinning line between fury and reason fell on the law-abiding side of things. Have I ever mentioned that literally NO ONE knows how to fucking conduct themselves properly in America? Ugh, my fucking computer cord issue remains the sole reason i'm stuck in this infuriating town library, surrounded by vexing commoners. Soon I will ride my bike to ShopRite...what do you think the chances are of getting through THAT experience sans heart palpatations?