Protector of the Flock
I'm being observed, watched, cataloged. There's no way around it, I feel the eyes on me everytime I'm there, there being the The Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh. It seems that another member of the male race has deemed himself fit to assume the role of shepherd to his flock of sheep; his sheep in this case are the plethora of female employees at the library. This lurker, as I like to refer to him as, is always there, and he's always around when I feel like exerting my freedom and actually conversing with these members of the opposite sex. What gives?

Well, first off, let me say that I thought that perhaps I was just being paranoid, and I have to say that no one, even Benedict seemed to think that I was telling the truth. Was this in fact actually happening, or was I just imagining things? I thought it was a real phenomenon, so who could I tell next that would either greet the accusations with at least an open mind if not outright belief? Why not FTL? (In truth, I have to admit I hate using these "web" names on here, but I can't just call people by their first name.) She's familiar with this place and all its workers. What happened, though, when I told her this? I was mocked and called crazy. However, the last laugh would be mine.

Yesterday, as I was leaving this fine establishment, I, of course, encountered this bozo on the stairs; he was ascending, I was descending. As I walked down and encountered FTL again, I immediately went off.

Spinning around and pointing, I said, "That's him right there!"
FTL couldn't help giggling and replied, "I'm giggling for two reasons. One, that was him. Two, he did look back at you then me."
"What this guy's deal?"

What is this guy's deal? I told her as I left that I'd "deal" with him later, but in reality, most likely, nothing will come of it. I won't say anything to him until he says something to me first. If I'm truly bothering him or some of the girls, I'm sure I'll here about it some how some way. This guy, though, seems like he's got a glitch that makes him feel the need to act like an over protective mother goose. I'm at a loss as to how to proceed, but I do know that when I go in there again he'll be there watching my every move.

Oh, and to think that they actually want patrons to pay for a special library card is beyond belief. Between this creepazoid trailing my every move and being accused of theft, of liner notes no less, I'll donate my money elsewhere.