Oscar The Grouch

My second home is the library.

I am practically born to be a nerd. (Eh, sorta expected I guess, since I'm Indian and all).

I don't go alone or anything - I have these two other friends who go with me - Rachael (the one in my post Rachael's "Brilliant" Idea), and a girl I hadn't introduced yet - We'll call her Prartii.

But it's obvious not everyone likes me being in the library.

I go to the library quite frequently - actually, almost every day. So it's not surprising that all the librarians know me. Or at least my face.

To be honest, most of them are pretty nice, or at the least neutral to me. They may just give that friendly smile, just like "I'm gonna pretend like haven't seen you here every day for the last year because I don't know how to deal with obnoxious teens".

Eh. Cool with me.

But if there's this one librarian who always gets on my nerves, it's Oscar the Grouch.

Let me describe her to you - yes, her, even if Oscar's a guy name. Hey, it was another one of Rachael's "brilliant" ideas, not mine.

Anyways, she's this lady with highlights in her hair, a large upturned nose that's always in everyone's business, and these too-much-mascara owl eyes that scan the entire inch of the library all the time.

Here's a good visual depiction on what I imagine her as in my head:

Why do I hate her so much?

Let me tell you the story. Or rather, the stories.

I think Oscar's a vampire or something because she can't stand to see regular food. We're allowed to eat food in the library with no restrictions, but every time she sees my friends and I eating anything, she walks up to us with her piercing eyes, says, "You aren't allowed to eat (enter any edible item) here." I don't understand her problem.

I wonder if she does that out in the public, just casually going into a restaurant and starting to complain about how "there's too much food and too many people enjoying it" or something.

This one time, I was eating watermelon in the library at one of the library cubicles. Just minding my own business. Then Oscar swoops out of NOWHERE and starts whisper yelling at me. Not for eating in the library, like she usually does, but about something that didn't even make sense to me.

She was complaining about me using utensils to eat my watermelon.

Utensils.

How that even make sense?

Did she think I was going to stab someone in the eye with a fork or something? Or maybe just massacre everyone by skewering spork into their necks? I don't know.

Anyways, she starts lecturing me with these exact words: "I know you're a good girl, and you try to follow the rules, but you aren't allowed to eat utensils here, and if I have to say this to you one more time, I'll make sure you're kicked out of the library. Also, I live in a trashcan on Sesame Street because I don't know what to do with my life." (Ok, maybe not that last sentence) 

Oscar said all this while drilling her obnoxious large eyes into my own. Something a little bit like this:

And during all that I just stayed frozen in place without speaking because my mouth was full of unchewed watermelon.

In the end, I just vigorously nodded my head until she left.

Ugh.

Oscar the Grouch is such a grouch.

But noooo, that's not the end of it. This lady's racist too.

The library has study rooms, and one day Prartii, Rachael and I booked out one of the rooms, mainly so we could eat in peace without Oscar breathing down our backs.

So yeah, we get there and Rachael disappears to go to the bathroom. Prartii immediately takes out her pasta and starts snarfing it down. I'm on my Chromebook, doing homework so I had free time to watch YouTube (I procrastinate now though lol). All of a sudden we hear this angry, impatient banging on our door. I open it, and Oscar forces her way in and starts talking to Prartti in a furious tone.

"Didn't I tell you last time not to eat with utensils? Well, that was your last warning (even if she warned me only once) and looks like you're going to have to leave. NOW."

It's like she has a superpower or something. The second the fork is out:

Prartii first looked startled, then in a frantic voice, said "I didn't know the policies applied in the study rooms too. I'm sorry..."

Oscar's face let loose a little tension, though not much. "Well, I suppose..since you didn't know...you can stay here."

What pissed me off? 

The fact that she mistook Prartii for me. I was the one who got the warning, not her. She wasn't even here that time. She just assumed that Prartii was me, without even glancing for differences.

It's even more equally obvious because Prartti and I look nothing alike. You may be like "Oh no, you may not realize it but maybe you do look like each other - all Indians do." That's not completely racist -it's sorta true. I've seen a Bollywood movie too many times thinking "Wait, which one was the main actress again?" 

But the problem is Prartii and I looked nothing alike. She had shorter hair. I was the louder one and she the quieter. She had ear piercings. We had different skin tones. The most we had in common was glasses and black hair.

Oscar is racist. I know it. 

There was another incident that also occurred to further prove my statement, but as you can see the time's now 12:15 a.m. and I'm starting to go all "covfefe" again. So let's save that for another night.

But hey, at least it's a Friday, right? 

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Also, If anyone can figure out who Oscar is, send me a picture or a drawing or something! (This doesn't apply to Rachael or Prartii though)

Have fun eating and sleeping throughout the weekend everyone!