On the children's side of the library today:
A kid approached me and asked how many books he could check out on his library card.
I started to give my usual spiel - tell the kid that the limit was 150 books BUT he needed to check with his grown-up too.
He only heard the number before running off.
The next thing I heard was, "Hey mom, how many books do you think we can fit in the car?"
On the grown-up side of the library today:
A middle-aged patron asked for help printing a map and address.
"I'm going on the first date I've been on in years. I want to put the address in my bible for a keepsake."
😮
Creepy? Hopeful? Sweet? All of the above?
Before he could jinx the date any further (or say anything else that was awkward), I helped him send the document to the printer and hurried away.
But he had one more question.
"Is there any way you can spare a nickel?"
I found a nickel in the change jar at the desk and handed it to him.
He went to pay for the document and I breathed a sigh of relief.
But my sigh of relief came too soon.
He gave me a big smile and said, "I'm so lucky. I hope you get lucky tonight too."
His face immediately turned a dark shade of red as he realized what he just said.
As an equally awkward person, I had no quick save or any words of comfort to offer, only a cough as I tried not to laugh. I made a beeline to the stacks to "straighten books" while he made a beeline for the door.
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