Young lady, evidently you were angry as you exited the Cheney Library
Monday. Did you get a fine? Not find the book you wanted? "F___!
S___!B_____!" you shrieked. Only a nine-year-old and myself to witness the
outburst. The nine-year-old smothered a giggle. Nothing much more amusing
to that age group than an adult meltdown (they themselves having been so
recently removed form the age of tantrums). Just a suggestion, I believe
that Tuesday is storytime and provides a much larger audience who, for the
most part being under six, will reward your performance with satisfying
shock. In addition you might consider also throwing yourself on the floor
while you fill the air with profanity. I think it would add to your act.