The man who runs the liquor store down the way from the library just brought me some keys that were left behind. He'd be a good detective. They had one of our little key-ring library cards attached so he figured I could look up the owner and contact them. He said he found the keys on the floor by the vodka.
So, I scan the barcode and pull up the
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That's it - or at least what she wil probably tell the Deacon when he asks how her church office keys came to be on a liquor store floor.
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I try to be vague about them, so in case one gets a LJ account they won't hate me, lol, and I don't want ot be breaking any ALA privacy laws either.
Some people are just waay strange though, or at least out of the ordinary enough to be noteworthy!
I didn't have time to blog about the lady Dreadlibrarian and I both spoke to a couple weeks ago who insisted she had been "forced out" of Ohio by the state government. They "stole" her cars, and then her lawnmower out of her garage and now she is living in exile in South Florida. How she got our number I will never know!
She was telling me how the NAACP is "pimpin" and Jesse Jackson is "an adulterer and pimpin" and how the church is just "pimpin God." She was like "You know what I mean?" and I said "Ma'am, actually I do *not* know what you mean..." She was pretty nuts!
The Dreadlibrarian said later "Isn't the church *supposed* to pimp God?? HA!
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yes, she was really, really, REALLY nuts.
but i mean that in the nicest way. :D>
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Where's her family now??
When I told someone else the tale of that crazy woman they were like "Yeah, her family is here...in Central State!!!"
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