i can't not say anything

so I'm in the library computer lab because it has adobe products the baby mac does not,
but by a sick twist of fate the computer i have chosen to sit at looks directly into the office of the boss of this computer lab.
normally this would not even be of notice, he would be over there, cutting foam board and writing things on a white board without any influence on me.
except for the screaming fact that he could not have any more of a resemblance to a newsie. he embodies their existence; his build, his short height, his boyish looks and charm, the way his button up shirt is rolled up to just about the elbow with the collar undone-- just as it would be after a hard day of selling newspapers.
if he doesn't break into song and try to sell me a pape, i will consider this trip to the library squandered.