Atascocita Branch Library

Shhh! You’re in a library.
No really, don’ t you dare make a peep. Even a church mouse would be backhanded for scampering along a baseboard and told «can you move a little quieter?»
Example: Came here to type up a document, save it in pdf form and email it to someone. Why you ask? Free computer use and internet access. Boy howdy do I love me some free, reminds me of when you could go into an internet café and use the equipment by simply purchasing a latte instead of giving your left arm, as it is usually the more useless of the two arms, as collateral. But I digress. While typing at my swift 70 wpm I was told by a middle aged woman who fit the ideal description of a librarian to «not type so loudly». Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you with my awesomeness. Allow me to chicken peck out 2 pages of work to adhere to the noise ordinance. All this is happening while a man 2 seats down from me is blaring Twisted Sister through his dollar store headphones and eating cheetos out of a pocket in his jacket. Saw no bag, just cheetos, straight out of a pocket.
Right before you hit the Huffman bridge in Atascocita you can find this neato little library. I never think to come here but frequented as a high schooler cause I kinda love books. My mum mentioned it the other day and I decided to go back, reminisce and take advantage of the updated version of Micro Word because my laptop is an old POS.
Still as I remember it. Wall to wall books, magazines along the back and vhs tapes for the person who still uses an 8 track player in their car. One change though, in front of the 8 raised computer stations they added 8 more that are lower to the ground with privacy partitions. I suppose so the pocket cheeto eater can eat inconspicuously.
There is a community room when you first walk into the building to your right and surprisingly clean public restrooms and water fountains to your left. They have fun stuff like toddler reading time on Tuesday mornings and community events hosted by the COC. Dont worry, you can still find your angst ridden teens slumped in corners trying to hide an issue of 50 shades inside of a copy of The Baby Sitters Club circa 1994 and little old ladies fighting over the last quilting how to.
Pretty out dated place, you know this upon asking for a media storage device and getting handed not a usb but a floppy disk. For the swankier more tech advanced folk head up to Kingwood.
It’s ok baby, you know what never goes out of style? Reading.