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Jun. 17th, 2009 07:12 amSpotted on Not Always Right, and titled "An Offering To The Literary Gods," from a librarian:
(I’m sitting at the reference desk when a lady walks in with a beautiful bouquet in one hand, a bag full of freshly-baked loaves of bread in the other, and a ferocious scowl on her face. She comes to the desk and slams down the flowers.)
Lady: *growls* “Flowers for librarians!”
(She slams down the bread, then growls again.)
Lady: “Bread for librarians!”
(She then puts both hands on the desk and leans forward.)
Lady: *snarling* “Now find me a book!”
(I’m sitting at the reference desk when a lady walks in with a beautiful bouquet in one hand, a bag full of freshly-baked loaves of bread in the other, and a ferocious scowl on her face. She comes to the desk and slams down the flowers.)
Lady: *growls* “Flowers for librarians!”
(She slams down the bread, then growls again.)
Lady: “Bread for librarians!”
(She then puts both hands on the desk and leans forward.)
Lady: *snarling* “Now find me a book!”
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Date: 2009-06-17 11:22 am (UTC)Well, I suppose that's better than coming up into one's personal space and staring at one's rack THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS
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Date: 2009-06-17 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 11:33 am (UTC)Oh, if only this happened in my library. We tend to get the whole 'I'm looking for a book, don't know the title, don't know the author...but it's blue' kind of thing.
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Date: 2009-06-17 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 01:07 am (UTC)