Friday, March 16, 2018
I came downstairs after shelving a cart of fiction, and I was on my way to shelve a cart of non fiction when I came upon two co-workers consulting in a particularly intense manner. It looked like some serious, deadly serious library business. I heard one of them suggest flatteringly "Let's ask Feldenstein. He knows things."
"Oh!" I said.
The two exchanged a look.
"Where do you get lye from?" One of them asked me.
Resisting all the rich opportunities for puns I replied straightly. "Ashes." I answered.
And I was so delighted to know things, and to know the answer to their question that it didn't occur to me until hours later:
What on earth were those two up to?