Help Yourself.

The gentle stereo sound of library patrons snoring, the constant mild white-noise rush of the air conditioning. In honor of "National Library Workers Day" a gallon of Ocean Spray Light Cranberry has been set out on one end of the long table in the northwest corner of the third floor of Watson, with two stacks of cups and a stack of green napkins and a handwritten sign that says "Help Yourself." On the door another sign reads "No food or drink in the library." I'd be conflicted if I weren't so thirsty.