I dashed to the library today, minutes before they announced that they were closing for the evening. But that’s okay. I was on a mission, questing for research and a David Ogilvy bio. Alas, I didn’t find the latter.
I can tell the moment I step into a library. The librarians look up from their stocking the shelves, either to say hello (as at my favorite library), or figure out an escape route. Because without a doubt, within an hour I’ll be up at the check out desk with a stack of random books, or at least books on a subject that shouldn’t interest college-aged girls.
Band of Brothers, I could see today’s librarian thinking. Not Twilight? What is wrong with this girl? Oh good, she got a beading magazine and a U2 CD. Maybe these books are for her dad.
Libraries are to me as Wikipedia is to XKCD. The random books on the shelves prompt me to grab, open, skim, and either return or continue reading. Thankfully, I’ve stayed away from the foreign language section for the time being.
2 thoughts on “I worry librarians.”
I really need to register at the library. I have this huge problem with returning books on time, though. 🙂
I once got a late fee for a four year late-return. It’s true. In my defense, I had left the country and not received any of the interim letters, plus the book in question had certainly been returned. It was in Afrikaans. I don’t keep books in languages I can’t read. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Poor librarians. At least you support your libraries. Hopefully they’ll all stay afloat. I hear libraries are really suffering.