So, a library story:

Today a student asked for my help. I came over to where he was sitting. We talked about what kind of information he was looking for on the way over to his computer. This student was a large football player. As we neared the tables, I could see which spot was his, and I remember finding his Diet Coke bottle rather funny. I’m not sure why I found it funny—or if there is something very wrong with my finding that funny—but I was amused. I found it hilarious. I found it rather endearing that he moved his Diet Coke bottle to the floor as we sat down. I assumed that maybe he thought he wasn’t supposed to have beverages in the library, so he wanted to keep it out of my sight. I was pleasantly surprised (although slightly annoyed that he let it ring really loudly) when he answered his cell phone and said “No, just sandwiches,” and then “Love you” to the person on the phone--all in front of the librarian. I was struck by his honesty when he said things like “Research is really stressful,” “This is a lot of work,” and “Thanks for your help.”

Then he leaned to his left, reached down for the Diet Coke bottle, and spit.