On a rainy Sunday, 5 of my book-loving friends and I made the round trip of 100+ miles and 2.5 hours to The Book Thing -- which is located in a somewhat rough part of Baltimore City. Although 4 of us had an OK experience, 2 did not...This is their story:
"I carried a box of bottled water into the place and looked around. No one directed me to the "book drop" so I went through some likely-looking swinging doors to my right. I did notice a sign that said "Do not even stick your head in here" and something else, but silly me, here I had the impression that this "thing" would be staffed by friendly volunteer bookworms who might just be happy that someone bothered to visit their website and brought them some supplies. Instead I was accosted by an oversize, angry person who scowled "CAN I HELP YOU?" at me.
Well, taken aback as I was, I just replied, "I brought you some water." He got even angrier, and asked me if I could read, and informed me that the sign said not to come in here. I reiterated that it was water, and he said, "I don't care what it is, bring it outside and put it through the window." So I did just that. I walked back outside, into the rain, and went to the window with the box of water and put it through.
But by this time I was pretty annoyed that this vicious martinet felt he could abuse my good graces by insisting that I go outside to give him my donation - while I had been no more than ten feet away from the INSIDE of the window in question, so I, probably improvidently, added "here's your ****ing water."
When I re-entered the store I was accosted by the spitting fury, eyes blazing and foaming at the mouth, and told to "get the **** out of here and don't come back." I calmly invited him to step outside to discuss this in a calm manner. He did so, while heaping copious amounts of profane abuse at me.
At this point [my wife] appeared, and he said, "you with him? Get out of here too." Now, I did not immediately turn and run away, but stayed put as he pushed himself within inches of me and kept complaining about the "people who are working their asses off in here and ****ing ***holes like you come around and can't even read signs," etc.
So finally I invited him to hit me or call the police, but he did neither, to our mutual good fortune, or my afternoon would really have been spoiled in a notorious Baltimore lockup. I then asked him to give us our donation back, and a nice fellow brought out the towels and toilet roll, and the big mental case came out and flung the case of water into the street, breaking it and several of the bottles inside, while he continued to heap abuse on both me and [my wife], warning her that I was "going to get her thrown out of lots of places if she continued to hang out with me because I am a lowlife ***hole," among other choice words." read more