Note: Maybe it's an exaggeration to say that half of all public library patrons smell, but I can produce empirical evidence that at least a third of them are redolent with something their body produced and that two weeks developed. And as far as noises go, there are some it's okay to be mad about (cell phones, bursts of music) and some that I feel ashamed about getting mad about (moaning). Maybe I need to start finding private libraries in which to hang.
Note: 'Banger was walking south on Hennepin, eyeing me. He was all dressed in baggy black gear, I happened to be wearing khakis and a red shirt and red tie. Once in a while I dress in traditional Target apparel for a little irony. My imagined conversation:
Him: "Dude, I don't recognize your colors. What gang are you?"
Me: "Uh... South Sixth Street Pitbulls?"
Maybe not uproariously funny, but it certainly did occur to me.