A regular library patron, who is always interested in my pictures up at the front desk, came to me there. And while I got him four dollar bills, two quarters, and five dimes for his five-dollar bill, he shared his thoughts on me:
"You don't belong here. A multi-talented person like you is too good for this place." He said, and walked away.
Then he came back because one of the dollar bills I got him wasn't good enough.