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.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Doorks

Today I watched as two patrons, a middle-aged man and wife, approached the front doors of our building. The woman reached out for one of the doors and began to yank on its handle. It didn't open. She yanked again and again it held. Finally, she really gave it some moxy and the top bolt of the door's latch popped out of its housing and the door opened.

"Your door's sticking," she said upon exiting the breezeway. Then, using a tone I very much didn't appreciate, she added, "Or do you care?"

I stared at her for a long moment.

"Ma'am," I said, "you have to turn the handle."

At this she gave me a blank look and then furrowed her eyebrows as though she didn't understand what I had just said.

"You have to actually turn the handle of the door in order to open it," I said. I then demonstrated the motion necessary to turn our door handles in the air in front of me.

There was a pause.

"Oh," she said, with a satisfactorily guilty tone. "I was just pulling on it," she added. "If I broke it, he can pay for it," she finished, pointing to her husband.

2 comments:

crsunlimited said...

I'd make them pay.

Oh have you heard recently on the news that people are getting fired over blogging about work? Who blogs and uses people's real names? That's just dumb, or in the words of us techs: That would be an ID ten Tee error. (ID10T)

Personally I don't think what you do here and what I do on a private blog of mine would constitute getting fired over.

You never mention anyone by name, and neither have I. Our comments are intended to give insight into the madness that is the happenings in a public library.

Keep up the good work.

Anonymous said...

I hope this couple is childless. I'd hate to see that stupidity passed to a next generation.