On the Library Wall

For reasons not understood by me, some of the books I wanted to take out yesterday are kept behind a desk at the library. While I was waiting for someone to get a book for me, I saw writing on the wall. Literally. It looks like the paper cards that are in card catalogs, but on newspaper, and then smudged. Below all the regular information, it looks like someone handwrote the descriptions. The whole wall, from ceiling to floor was covered this way.

One description struck me as particularly funny, so I wrote it down.

Her accomplishment, she kept spraying it and playing it, never bothering to wash it again. Bugs behan to live in her hair. After about six months, they ate through her brain an[sic] killed her.

Moral: Wash your hair or die.