Death to library cops

I am so pissed off right now, it defies description.

I just got kicked out of the Georgetown Library because I'm not a Georgetown student and I don't have a "GO Card."

I should be writing the essays I was working on while I was there. But no. I am that irked.

Dateline, main Georgetown library (L-something), tonight, 11:15pm. I am sitting at a table in the middle of the fucking stacks. Not a soul within 20 meters. That is, until Officer Asshat shows up. He is standing a good 5 meters behind me, saying "Excuse me. Excuse me," or something, I really was kind of busy with what I was doing. Then, instead of approaching me, Officer Asshat decides instead to call me by what's on my shirt. I'm wearing my All-State track shirt, which has a Coca-Cola logo on it, and a Powerade logo on it. So he's yelling at me "Hey Coca-Cola, Hey Coca-Cola, Hey Powerade...!" I turn around because I figure this person must be deranged, and who doesn't have a compulsion to stare at the deranged?

I have to admit, my first thought was "Where did this crazy homeless person get a security uniform?" That's the honest truth, I really did wonder that. He didn't help his case when he asked for what sounded to me like "go-cart." "Where's your go-cart?" asks Officer Asshat. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," I say. Officer Asshat proceeds to explain in a most unprofessional way to me that he means "GO Card," and that I need to have one if I want to stay in the library past 11:00. I said I was from GW and that I was just using the Consortium service we have with them. This does not satisfy Officer Asshat. I am told to pack up my things and leave now.

So here I am, sitting at home with basically no work done. Revenge may not be swift, Georgetown University. But it will come. I don't care how drunk I have to be, or how far I have to walk while in such a state, but revenge will be mine. Death to library cops. And Georgetown University has made the list.