Thursday, November 26, 2015
Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and I was at the library, working. Patrons were gathered around the DVD collection in hopes that something good would still be there. I was out at the front desk in the early evening watching the little pre holiday fever build. I could not fail to notice that as we drove closer and closer towards Thanksgiving it became a more and more obligatory topic of discussion with everyone I dealt with. What at five in the evening was "Do you have a list of what DVDs came out in the past few weeks?" became at 6:30 "Do you have big plans for Thanksgiving?"
"Oh, you don't need to come up here to ask me about my Thanksgiving plans, you can use the self checkout terminals for that."
No, I'm kidding. I'm just thankful they took an interest in me. So I said we might have bacon and eggs and in turn I learned about sweet potato waffles and turkey chow mein, and horrible sounding things involving vegetables.
By eight the library was quiet, like on the nights of big storms. I watched the big machine do nothing. I gathered my things far before it was time to leave and dawdled. I triple checked everything twice. I went home.
I am thankful, whether you wanted to know or not.