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Full moon=crazy patrons=tired librarian
Jul. 28th, 2004 10:05 pmYou know that urban legend that all the crazy people come out around a full moon and make your life miserable? It's not an urban legend, I'm here to tell you. Today at my library, we had:
1)--A woman with 666 written on her forehead in ink, who spent most of the day laying out her tarot cards in the cafe while crooning to a small baby doll she carried in her arms.
2)--The girl who couldn't remember where she'd lived six months ago, or why she had a CD checked out in her name (and never returned).
3)--The woman who almost hyperventilated when I couldn't find her reserved copy of "The Da Vinci Code". When I explained that the book was no longer reserved for her because she'd taken more than a week to claim it, she insisted that it was because "her brother was driving too fast, and wouldn't stop at the library". When she left, my supervisor mentioned that her brother is one of the invisible kind. The ones people have loud conversations with on street corners.
And don't get me started on Smelly Bearded Man, or the Dancing Queen, or the Military Gay Duo. Anyone who thinks librarians lead quiet, peaceful lives has never actually been to a library.
Of course, I got to stop by my parents' for dinner, pet the cat, tease my dad, and then walk to Borders on a glorious summer evening for a mocha. So it was a good day after all. Any day with coffee in it is good.
Am polishing up a small fic, an Alias/Kill Bill pt 1 crossover which I'll likely post tomorrow. I still have this unnerving feeling that O-Ren and Gogo don't approve of being ficced.
Thanks to everyone who's left comments! Knowing that one is being read is a heady feeling. *grins and dances off to edit*
1)--A woman with 666 written on her forehead in ink, who spent most of the day laying out her tarot cards in the cafe while crooning to a small baby doll she carried in her arms.
2)--The girl who couldn't remember where she'd lived six months ago, or why she had a CD checked out in her name (and never returned).
3)--The woman who almost hyperventilated when I couldn't find her reserved copy of "The Da Vinci Code". When I explained that the book was no longer reserved for her because she'd taken more than a week to claim it, she insisted that it was because "her brother was driving too fast, and wouldn't stop at the library". When she left, my supervisor mentioned that her brother is one of the invisible kind. The ones people have loud conversations with on street corners.
And don't get me started on Smelly Bearded Man, or the Dancing Queen, or the Military Gay Duo. Anyone who thinks librarians lead quiet, peaceful lives has never actually been to a library.
Of course, I got to stop by my parents' for dinner, pet the cat, tease my dad, and then walk to Borders on a glorious summer evening for a mocha. So it was a good day after all. Any day with coffee in it is good.
Am polishing up a small fic, an Alias/Kill Bill pt 1 crossover which I'll likely post tomorrow. I still have this unnerving feeling that O-Ren and Gogo don't approve of being ficced.
Thanks to everyone who's left comments! Knowing that one is being read is a heady feeling. *grins and dances off to edit*
