I couldn't figure out the copy machine, but it took my 15 cents anyway, and left me feeling stupid

I took a walk to the downtown library.  I used to walk all the time for no reason at all.  Then when I turned 40 such walks became more deliberate so I called them "health walks".  That made me not want to do them, not being a jock type.  So I now call them "beauty walks" since health equals beauty anyway.

The next time I go to the library down there I'll have to remember to bring a camera for a Photo Essay.  I MUST remember.  My favorite theme ride is there, "The Towering Inferno" glass elevator.  I always suck in my cheekbones, look up just enough to catch the light, and pretend I'm Faye Dunaway. 

The "Dare Devil" bridge is there.  I know people who say they refuse to cross that inside fourth floor glass sided narrow bridge because they're afraid of heights.  I cross the bridge when I'm there just for the cheap thrill.  Half my brain says "I'm going to fall fall fall to my death" and the rational side says to me, "Bridges usually don't fall, and when they do you're usually not there at the time."

The "Dare Devil" bridge goes to another side of the building that is the "Dare Devil" room.  All the shelves are on tracks and you can be crushed between them if somebody else enters the room and decides to look at a different shelf.  Of course they say it has safety sensors that won't let that happen.  But I say that when I'm there and hear "Oman Music" (the scary choral stuff in Latin) I'll know I'm a goner.