Bookstore, Evening, Yoyo

“Put that away, it’s a disruption and you might hit someone” said the cashier.

“I don’t want to,” Maureen said indifferently.

Maureen was playing with her yoyo, but she had no purpose to be in the bookstore. She precisely wanted to annoy the cashier, make a disruption, disobey for the sake of disobeying.

“You need to stop swinging that in front of the doorway.”

“Make me.”

Maureen continued, bouncing the yoyo up and down. She didn’t care if she was being childish, even if she was 19 years old. On a Friday evening, contrary to popular belief about youth culture of the times, there was nothing to do.

“I’ll call the cops.”

“You go do that.”

The cashier reached for the phone, but stopped. She wasn’t willing to make a big deal about such an incident.

“Exactly, you don’t care do you? Well thanks for the fun.”

Maureen walked out. Nothing to do, it really is the worst feeling in the world. No school to go to, they all taught the same things. Everyone knew they taught regurgitated facts, not the thinking process. No jobs, they expected everyone to have gone through the intellectually empty schools. Enthusiasm and ability to think were never the important skillsets. Maureen didn’t have a thing to really live for, she was operating on an apathetic autopilot. At least it was fun to anger authority. She fidgeted with the yoyo, just like she fidgeted with her fleeting, short-term goals.