It actually felt good to be back at the library after a week and a half away.
had had a great Thanksgiving and were glad to see me, particularly
since Mrs. B is out for surgery and recovery for most of this month and
I'm nearly the only guy left who can run the desk.
my way back for water, I found Parka chatting away on the computer (a privilege he should really appreciate considering how some libraries
have banned it). He had slung his giant white Michelin Man parka over
the screen by the bathroom. As I filled my water bottle at the fountain,
I got a good close look at it. It is filthy! It's practically gray. It
looks like he'd been truck-sneezed while walking along the side of a
muddy road on a rainy day.
[Truck-Sneeze (truk sneez) n.
A sudden rush of dirty road-water that is violently deposited upon your
car or upon you after an 18-wheeler passes by at great speed on a rainy
Back at the circulation desk, I noticed an enormous stack of FAFSA forms behind the desk. Chester will be overjoyed to see them.
"You think that'll be enough for him?" Mrs. C asked, sensing what I was thinking.
"Yeah. If I wrap a rubber band around them and chunk them at his head."
decided we should ration the FAFSA forms out to Chester, only allowing
him one per day and always keeping them behind the desk so he will have
no excuse to go upstairs and search for one while ogling the pre-teens
or steal our Teen People magazines.
Did I mention it was good to be back?