Post #15

Two months later.  Absence due to: a rush of education exiting, and lack of internet.  Three cheers for public libraries and internet access therein!  Yes, I am a constant patron to my own system!

I’ve always had my stories, though, ranging from the following synopses:

• I was cited in someone’s paper for finding plays on Broadway theatre on a certain week in a certain year
• I helped a man find a photograph of Pepe LePew.  Of course I was amused, but later shocked to realize it was because he was trying to find an old friend, and name-crossings led him to befriend a woman who was incarcerated for an accidental murder (vehicle crash), and had no one left in her life.  She was making a scrapbook.
• I was told by a regular patron that I like to wear brown, not the same clothes, just the same colors
• I had to file a minor sexual harassment incident report
• Tornadoes took down our subscriber’s internet for a day and a half, leading patrons to get mad at US for not having it ready for them.  Eventually I told people that yes, it was my fault, that during the floods and storms, I decided to cut off all the wire in angst against nature.
• Helped a teen find a CD – with his southern accent, he asked for a rap artist named… “tyahh.”  “what… did you say?”  “TYAHH!”  “Could you spell that for me?”  “it’s a ‘T,’ then a ‘ahh’!”  It took a librarian from Alabama to realize he was asking for “T. I.”  (You’ll have to imagine him saying it with his accent.  It was hilarious, because I couldn’t distinguish “AHH” as “EYE.”)  He later asked for “T-Pain” but with his pronunciations I didn’t understand that either; I asked him to spell it and he said, “it’s a ‘T’, then a ‘Paing’.”  Later that afternoon he came up to me and said “I’m hungry.”

 

Dealing with a lot of regulars. 

• One lady constantly calls for restaurant phone numbers, amount of trans-fat in fast-food, and when the Andy Griffith show is on.  She’s usually very mean. 
• Another man calls for (the same) motor-related manufacturers/shops, usually in Dallas, Tulsa, or Phoenix, and likes to tell me that he’s senile. 
• There’s another man who comes every other morning and tells me a classical poem relating to the weather.  I think I’ve only ever heard him talk in poems.

There are definitely more to catch up on!
Until the next Janet Evanovich book release (ha.. inside joke)