I had cause to pay a visit to the Tri-Metro area, recently, so I popped by the "liberry" to see everyone. The last few times I've been in, I've only seen Mrs. B, Mrs. D and Miss Temp, but this time nearly everyone was in house, including former bosses Mrs. A and Mrs. C. They're all doing fine and wanted to hear the latest news from me. ("Uhhhh, I got a cat.")
While I was there, Mr. B-Natural came in, signed up for a computer and then noticed me standing at the circ-desk.
MR. B-NATURAL— (In what I thought was an uncharacteristically bright tone for the grumpiest old man in all the world to take) Hey, you're back!
ME— Only temporarily.
MR. B-NATURAL— What? You're not working here again?
ME— No. I moved to BORDERLAND.
MR. B-NATURAL— How come?
ME— My wife got a job there.
MR. B-NATURAL— (Nods knowingly.) I need to get me a wife who has a job.
We stood there for a few minutes as I finished up what I was doing at the desk and Mr. B waited for Miss Temp to finish helping another patron and come log him on his computer.
MR. B-NATURAL— (Gestures toward the computers) Hey, you wanna put me on one of these for old times sake?
ME— Oh, sure.
They hadn't even changed the password.