Chapel Hill, or Stepford?

It's nights like this that I realize how much of a Northerner I really am, and how different my summer experience was in Manhattan. I went to the Chapel Hill library to return some books (the community library, not the school one), and first of all, while a decent size, it's small. I must have waited in the checkout line for a good ten or eleven minutes because there was ONE worker behind the counter. And no one was complaining or acting like they had places to be. No one tried to cut in line, nothing. Meanwhile, I was DYING inside because all I wanted to do was check out my 3 books and go home! But it's kind of nice....I mean, looking around the library tonight, there were your crunchy families with moms who wear long skirts and Crocs (with no irony), your academic-looking types who were scatterbrained, kids paying back library fines all in coins - and then riding their bikes home. It never fails to strike me as somewhat surreal. It's nice, don't get me wrong. It's just odd.