Mea Culpa

One night a week we stay open later, and of course this happened on that night...

A Hispanic family of four came into my department looking at area maps -- una Madre, Padre y dos ninos. The parents and the smaller child were quietly busy while the older kid was m.i.a.

After a moment, another patron approached my desk, "There's something you need to attend to..."

Back behind the stacks was a surprize for me: an 8 inch diameter urine stain as well as a large pile of poop! The kid dropped trow back there without a word. The mother saw what was going on, apologized once or twice, then loaded up her family and boogied on out.

So much for cleaning up after ourselves...

Where are the children?

This one could have happened anywhere, but it happened at the library.

As I've said countless times before, I must exude a pheromone that attracts every weirdo in the tri-county area. One such weirdo is Rob, who spent an hour one afternoon pestering a coworker about "what was in the compartment over her rear tire" on her new truck.

Next time he came in was close to Mother's Day and apropos of nowhere he asked me about my children. After my shocked look, I informed Rob that I had no children. He proceeded to argue with me that I did in fact have children and that he'd seen me in town with them. He said that my August 24, 2006

To this day I do not have any children other than the ones Rob has so kindly envisioned for me.