Reduced to a Fit of Giggles

I'm currently hiding out in the reference section of my local county library. Like most libraries, it's a peaceful place, quiet but not tomb like. I'm a patron here solely for the wifi...there, I admit it.

After working diligently for an hour or so, I have been transported to elementary school where I was continually reprimanded for giggling behind my raised textbook. Why?

Let's start with a confession...I'm fond of cursing. A well-placed curse word (or string of curse words) with the appropriate inflection and body language can spice up a story and/or drive home a point better than a heat-seeking missile.

What does this confession have to do with the library you ask? For the past 30 minutes, the quiet stillness has been sporadically infused with an enthusiastic outburst of "fuck", "f", "uck" or my favorite, "fuck fuck". It is my guess that someone with Turret's Syndrome is happily working away at a distant table in this bastion of books.

I say, "Bravo sir...carry on!"