Whats up with this kid?

So I am sitting here in the library this morning updating my site.
"Mooooooo."
I glance up, look around at a few of the other guys on laptops around me, we meet eyes for a second, then we all look back down at our computers.
"Moooooo."
What the fuck? There is this kid somewhere in the row of shelves who is making mooing noises. Now you would think the kids mom would grab his arm and say, stop that! But that doesnt appear to be happening.
I remember in high school we had this geek teacher by the name of Mr. Barney Bliss. He had the temprement and personality of Nixon and to tell you the truth, he kind of looked like him. Walked around like a guy doing a bad Nixon impression, Head low, shoulders up, kinda looking out under furrowed brows, all serious. At lunch we would have 1/2 hour in the cafeteria, and then we would have 1/2 hour in either the student center or the library, your choice. The student center was loud, there were pool tables, music, video games, coke machines, etc, but if you went into the library you had to be quiet. On the second floor during this last period of lunch, there were tables and cubicles all over the floor, then there were rows of shelves in the back and on the side.
Loyola Academy would have a teacher up there for that second half hour as a monitor in order to keep everything quiet, it was a study zone. Different teachers got the shift, and sometimes Mr. Bliss would be up there. Since he was a goof, it was open season. Hed be up there, walking around a bit while he wasnt at the desk with his hands behind his back.
"Barney." some kid would say from somewhere maybe from the back shelves.
Everyone would look up as he would go walking in the general direction of the voice quickly in order to bust the kid. He couldnt find anyone.
"Barney."
This time from the other side of the room. He would come running briskly back to the center of the room. "Who said that???", he said outloud, looking at several students in turn. There was a couple of smirks and muffled laughter.
From the back shelves (Spoken like Mr. Ed (The TV talking horse): "Barnyard Baaaarrrrrrrhhrrney!"
Then from the other side of the room another voice brays like a sheep": "Baaaaaarney!"
Now it was pandimonium. The entire room is laughing while this Nixon lookalike is running around the room screaming who said that? Whos saying that?? in abrupt different directions.
The next day we all had a talk by the studboy gym teacher to leave Barney (Whoops, I mean Mr. Bliss he corrected himself) alone and to respect the man.
The next day in the library, Mr. Bliss is up there. Things are quiet, hes walking around with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Barney," said a voice from the back. Light snikering as Mr. Bliss rapidly moved towards the rear shelves.

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PS. If the market keeps moving sideways tomorrow, Ill tell you the story about Ron the Busdriver who would do dounuts in his full size schoolbus and let us yell, "Jogger on the Right!!" and Ron would slow down and pull more to the right so we all could throw stuff at the Jogger.