I'm famous
I'm doing my monthly Tuesday stint at the Youth Services desk at the Outer Rim (our library branch in the boonies) when a pre-teen walks up to the desk and stands there, just looking at me.
"Hi," he says finally.
"Hi," say I.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"I'm Erin," I answer.
I'm just getting ready to launch into my "you've never seen me before because I only come out here once a month for four and a half hours, but no I'm not an idiot four-and-a-half-hour-a-week charity employee, I work full time at the main branch" speech, but at the mere mention of my name, the boy's face lights up, he does a little excited jig like the one I did the time I spotted Bob Saget at LAX (not particularly a fan, he's just the only star I've ever seen) and then he runs off to tell his friends.
Next month I'm going prepared with autographed photos.
"Hi," he says finally.
"Hi," say I.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"I'm Erin," I answer.
I'm just getting ready to launch into my "you've never seen me before because I only come out here once a month for four and a half hours, but no I'm not an idiot four-and-a-half-hour-a-week charity employee, I work full time at the main branch" speech, but at the mere mention of my name, the boy's face lights up, he does a little excited jig like the one I did the time I spotted Bob Saget at LAX (not particularly a fan, he's just the only star I've ever seen) and then he runs off to tell his friends.
Next month I'm going prepared with autographed photos.