Some People Are Nice (Not Me)

I was feeling cranky today, and none of our patrons were doing their part to make the case for humanity. They were all aggravating and belligerent. I was pretty sure I was going to have to build myself a castle on a mountaintop away from society and protected by guard dogs and trained monkeys with tiny pistols and a moat full of boiling oil and sharks (sharks resistant to boiling oil) and accessible only by a secret cable car used to transport delicious cheeses and good reading material to me, where I would build a giant magnifying glass-type apparatus to destroy segments of the population when they bothered me, when in walked our old custodian. He no longer works for us, because the Library hired a new cleaning company, but he'd returned to visit. I've mentioned him before and the fact that we're friends even though his English is limited and my Spanish is almost nonexistent. He approached the reference desk, chatted with me for a minute (we really only have 3-4 conversations that we recycle), and told me that he had a box for me. He went out to his car and came back with a large, white bakery box full of pastries oozing dulce de leche. He handed it to me and said something long in Spanish. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't understand. He thought for a minute and said, "Because you are so beautiful." Then he told me to share with my friends and left to find the Spanish librarians. Well, shoot, that'll take the fire and vinegar right out of you. Sooo, I reckon I won't wipe out humanity today.