Rose Room at the Main Library, Tuesday.
A Man at my reading table lets out a peculiar sound, something between a sigh, a yelp and a growl.
Then he stays silent.
However, an hour later Man whips out an unlabeled aerosol can & and attacks himself with it, vigorously spraying a scented cloud about his head and torso. Just as quickly, he tucks it away. Quiet entertainment, public library-style.