Feb 07, 2006 22:12
So, I'm working away at the computer terminal and someone comes up to the counter for assistance.
Me: Hi there, how can I help you?
Patron: I'm looking for books on computers.
Me: Well do you know what operating system you're working with so I can find the book best suited for you?
Patron: Microwave '98 just like almost everyone else in the World.
The other members of staff (within earshot) who were behind the counter with me scatter and I'm left trying - and succeeding (just as well) - to keep a straight face.
To top off a truly wonderful day my 'music stalker' was in today and I had to talk to him for a good half hour.
I really don't know what it is about me, but I seem to keep collecting them:
'music stalker' (thinks he's so "down with the kids" 'cause he accompanies his children to all their gigs. They're 19 and 23 respectively... Oh can't forget that he's seen NIN 3 whole times)
'toy vehicle stalker' (uses the public terminals to track down new additions to his toy, sorry model collection a.k.a. Wee Library Man who is still trying to get me to go out with him!)
'joke stalker' (insists on telling me Christmas-cracker-bad jokes every. single. time. and won't go away until I laugh at one of them)
'conundrum stalker' (yep, a tricksy word puzzle per visit)
'likes to read my t-shirt stalker' (in other words - any excuse to stare at my chest).
Okay, so they're not really stalkers, but they are quite creepy.
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Pitchshifter are playing at the Queen Margaret Union in Glasgow Uni two days before my Birthday *yay!*
Industrial Drum 'n Bass so loud that the hairs on the back of your neck vibrate and your ears actually scream in pain... if ears were capable of autonomously screaming in pain that is *ahem*
If it's anything like their last show I won't be able to hear properly for a couple of days.
*skips off to buy ticket*
musak,
work