Yesterday I was at the gym. I had finished half an hour on the stepmill and had just picked up a 25 lb dumbbell when a woman came up to me and said:

“Excuse me, but do you know what time the library opens today?”

There were ten other people in the weight room. I was kind of sweaty. It wasn’t like I was reading a book at the time. Is there something about me, inherently, that says “this person reads a lot of books”?

OK, so I knew exactly what time the library opened, but STILL.