... musings of a too-short girl in the high-stacks world of librarianship
This is from a few Saturdays ago, the same day as the various bathroom charmers.
One of our more eccentric patrons who always wants to chat about politics starts comparing the US presidential race (I think?) to decades-ago politics in Rwanda (I think?). I usually just say nonsensical things like "Mmm hmmm" and nod lots and he goes away happy. He's a nice man, I just rarely understand what he's talking about. Actually, today he thought I was just being diplomatic "I see you're carefully not saying anything...I understand, you're a librarian." I went with it.
On that same day...
From last Saturday...
1) A rough-looking woman woman rushes into the library, panting dramatically at the top of her lungs, exclaiming that she really needs to pee badly. Thanks for sharing. She later asks my colleague for books on Jeffrey Dahmer.
3) As I'm coming down from storytime, my colleague has 911 on the phone for a piece of work whose nose is bleeding and who claims she was assaulted. Apparently earlier she'd been in wanting to use the bathroom, started cursing up a disgusting storm (and it takes a lot to shock our staff) when the guard was on his break and therefore couldn't let her in, and then after my colleague had let her in and she went away with a friend, she came back a while later, having been attacked and kicked in the face by several people (apparently because she was slashing one's boyfriend or something). And she seemed to have such a lovely personality, it's hard to believe.