Weird day at the library version 213
Today was a really weird day. I mean pretty much every day at the library is weird, but this one was one of those days that make you wonder if it's a full moon. Is it a full moon? Despite my vampiric qualities, I can't recall looking at the moon in the last couple of weeks.
So the weirdest thing by far is that there was meat in the book drop. And not like a half-eaten chicken strip that some drunk threw in there Sunday night, because he thought the book drop was an oddly shaped dumpster. No, it was a container filled with uncooked hamburger meat. Like seriously, what the hell people? Our book drop isn't even very easy to open, so getting this container in there probably took some effort. Is that how they get back at us, because of their DVD fines? Seriously? Luckily, it didn't have maggots or anything yet, though apparently it did pop open.
Then there was this weird elderly gentlemen, who said that the letter carrier accidentally delivered our Time magazine to his house, and he wouldn't charge us for it. He told me that he lives across the street, and almost called 911 because someone who looked like a drug dealer was hanging around outside the library half and hour before we opened this morning. I assured him that it was probably only one of our more interesting Internet patrons...but then I thought I probably should have asked the elderly gent if this "drug dealer" was carrying a container of some sort...perhaps full of meat.
But then we did have to call 911, because some women said she was having shortness of breath...even though she wanted us to print her paper off her flash drive before we called the ambulance, which seemed strange. But I didn't want to be considered a murderer or anything...so we called.
And then that was this one patron who I will simply call Anthony, who didn't do anything that bizarre, but is just annoying enough with his questions about the uncataloged magazines (that's been going on since Friday, because they aren't really catalogued but I'm not allowed to tell HIM that) to put the weird icing on the fucked up day at the library cake.
...But I supposed it's all fodder for the book.
In other news, I cut my hair finally. It's not that much shorter, but less weight makes it a lot curlier. I'm kind of excited as I haven't had a hair cut since long before the economic crash. (Not that those two things are related, but I couldn't think of a popular culture reference as I know absolutely nothing about popular culture these days.)
So the weirdest thing by far is that there was meat in the book drop. And not like a half-eaten chicken strip that some drunk threw in there Sunday night, because he thought the book drop was an oddly shaped dumpster. No, it was a container filled with uncooked hamburger meat. Like seriously, what the hell people? Our book drop isn't even very easy to open, so getting this container in there probably took some effort. Is that how they get back at us, because of their DVD fines? Seriously? Luckily, it didn't have maggots or anything yet, though apparently it did pop open.
Then there was this weird elderly gentlemen, who said that the letter carrier accidentally delivered our Time magazine to his house, and he wouldn't charge us for it. He told me that he lives across the street, and almost called 911 because someone who looked like a drug dealer was hanging around outside the library half and hour before we opened this morning. I assured him that it was probably only one of our more interesting Internet patrons...but then I thought I probably should have asked the elderly gent if this "drug dealer" was carrying a container of some sort...perhaps full of meat.
But then we did have to call 911, because some women said she was having shortness of breath...even though she wanted us to print her paper off her flash drive before we called the ambulance, which seemed strange. But I didn't want to be considered a murderer or anything...so we called.
And then that was this one patron who I will simply call Anthony, who didn't do anything that bizarre, but is just annoying enough with his questions about the uncataloged magazines (that's been going on since Friday, because they aren't really catalogued but I'm not allowed to tell HIM that) to put the weird icing on the fucked up day at the library cake.
...But I supposed it's all fodder for the book.
In other news, I cut my hair finally. It's not that much shorter, but less weight makes it a lot curlier. I'm kind of excited as I haven't had a hair cut since long before the economic crash. (Not that those two things are related, but I couldn't think of a popular culture reference as I know absolutely nothing about popular culture these days.)