SETTING: My "liberry" as a lady approaches the circ desk with an open topped box of books.
LADY— Where would you like donations?
ME— (Points to lower section of circ-desk) Right there would be fine.
(I see in her box a number of text books along with sundry study guides.)
ME— Oh, um, ma'am, I'm afraid we don't accept text books.
(The lady huffs and looks flustered in a way rarely seen outside of cartoons.)
LADY— But I'm... but they're not text bo.... They're not ALL text books.
ME— Actually, ma'am, it looks like quite a few of them are text books. We can't accept text books.
(And now that I look at her, I am unconvinced that this is not the very same lady who tried to bring in a box of text books a couple weeks back. Strange that she would so openly attempt it again without even covering the box. )
LADY— But I'm not even bringing them for myself. I'm bringing them for someone else.
ME— I understand that, ma'am, but we still don't accept text books.
(The lady fumes at this, flashing her eyes and huffing some more.)
LADY— Well, what am I supposed to do? Throw them away myself?!
(She snatches up her box of books and begins hauling it toward the door. Not wanting her to go away angry, I stop her.)
ME— Ma'am, if you like, I can have my library director look at them and see if there's anything we can take there. But we don't accept text books.
(The lady suddenly becomes very calm. She turns and puts her box on the desk.)
LADY— I'll be back.
(The lady then proceeds to haul in two more enormous boxes of text books from her car and sets them down on the desk next to the first box. Once they're all in, she turns and exits the building without waiting for me to first fetch Mrs. A to examine her wares. I let her go. I'm pretty sure she was indeed the same patron from before. This time we'll just throw her books away for her.)