SETTING: My "liberry" as I stand at the circ-desk. My fellow employees Mrs. B and Ms. D are off reading shelves, somewhere, so it's difficult for me to leave the desk to do any "liberry" tasks myself. However, after nearly ten solid minutes of no phone calls and no patrons attempting to check out, I steel myself and gather up the five New Fiction books from the book cart and prepare to go and shelve them on the New Fiction shelf before Ms. D has a chance to mis-shelve them in the stacks. This I manage to do without incident. However, when I turn around from the New Fiction shelf, I spy a patron standing at the circ desk waiting to check out her books. Grumbling beneath my breath, I mosy on back to the desk to assist her.
PATRON— I waited until you walked away before I brought all my books over.
ME— I knew it!
PATRON— That had to be how it seemed, at least.