Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
More desk hijinks
Here is a recent true life exchange from the front desk of the library:
Patron: I don't have a card, but I can prove who I am. Me: Okay, go ahead and act like yourself. Patron: I could break into song. Me: If that's who you are. Patron: (With a sly grin full of secret knowledge, hands me a license) Me: (Resignedly, because it was a slow afternoon) Good enough.