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 12, 2008

Mr. Happy (No, not THAT Mr. Happy)

Mr. Hinky was in this morning before I arrived for work. Mrs. C reported this to me, later, noting that he seemed especially chipper and cooperative considering his usual lizardy, nervous, photocopy-charge-false-claiming manner. They had no trouble from him at all and he didn't try to sneak in either coffee or an empty coffee cup. In fact, they said he was downright pleasant to the entire staff.

"He must just hate you," Mrs. C said.

"Yeah, well, that's fine. I'm not a big fan of his either," I said.

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