An employee of a small town "liberry" chronicles his quest to remain sane while dealing with patrons who could star in a short-lived David Lynch television series.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Dear Robert Palmer...

The strangest thing happened yesterday.

Mr. B-Natural came in, sans laptop, and signed up to use one of our normal patron computers. His face clean shaven. And his golf cap, seemingly identical to the hole-ridden one he's been sporting, was completely free of holes.

I don't know what this means, but it caused me to question whether or not I'd dreamed up the whole laptop / moustache / lost-a-fight-with-a-leaky-battery-hat thing he's had going for the past week.

Tell me, am I dreaming?

4 comments:

allison said...

perhaps in was his evil twin? although in this case it would probably mean he had an extremely pleasant demeanor.

did he??

Paperboy said...

You are not dreaming. B just invented a time machine. (Or will, that was his future self that came in a few days ago.)

Juice S. Aaron said...

Allison,

You know, he was suspiciously nice. Could it be the moustachioed B-Natural was his evil twin from the mirror universe?

Anonymous said...

freaky.