ME— Hi, this is JUICE calling from the TRI-METRO County Library. I'm calling for FRANCINE HUGHES.
MAN— She's not here right now.
ME— Can I leave a message?
MAN— Yeah, okay.
ME— Recently FRANCINE checked four books on CD from us, but when she returned them we found that their cases seem to have been soaked in gasoline.
MAN— Oh, no. Aw, man. Oh, I was afraid of... I'm sorry. She put those in the back of my truck, but she didn't know I had gas back there and... well, I guess it's my fault, really. What do we need to do?
ME— We just needed to let her know she needs to pay for those.
MAN— Oh. Oh, man... How much?
MAN— Whoo. (Sadly.) I guess... I guess I'll need to pay for those... then.
ME— Thank you so much.
(While this conversation took place some weeks ago, the audio books in question remain sealed in a Wal-Mart bag atop the far back corner of our circulation desk, as yet unpaid for.)