I was shelving out there in the mystery section, except I might have been reading over the cover of a mystery set in ancient Rome, thinking about taking it home to read, or making just an ever so quick note about an upcoming blog post. But, whatever. Cumulatively I was shelving. My two hour stint was moving along nicely when a patron came around the corner into my aisle. I moved myself and my cart as far to one side as possible for her to pass, but she wanted me to pass.
"Which way are you going?" She asked. "Are you coming through, or going back?"
"Oh, no." I explained. "I live here."