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Disclaimer: The following stories are taken from actual events. The names of individuals have been changed for privacy purposes. These stories are for blatant entertainment and are not intended to be offensive. If you are offended by the stories herein, well then leave.
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| Death & Taxes |
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Twice an old man came into the Reference department looking for tax forms (what is it with Weirdos & Taxes?!). If I had to guess, I'd say he was in his late 80's, and he wore not only a baseball cap with a police insignia, but also an old Sheriff's Badge!
I can't remember too many specifics about his two visits, but he said that he really needed me to do his forms for him because the last two years he'd gone to a famous tax preparation office and that both times he was robbed of his refund...
Outside the building...
By the same dude...
Twice. |
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This guy, apparently, also killed the old man's wife, and was seen trying to kill him the last time he was in the hospital.
What frightened me most about my encouters with Mr. Paranoia was that he drove himself to the library. Don't they have shuttle services to avoid that?? |
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The Continuing Story of Mister Stinky |
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I go to the library where I work five days a week. I get on my staff computer. Practically 8 of the 9 hours I'm on the clock I'm also online (yes, work-related!). I work with the adult public for computer access. I take their library cards, scan them, make them sign in for usage, then let them play. We're not fancy with the great software that would eliminate my 'middle-man-ness' in this situation. So I let them on, they're guaranteed an hour, but can have longer if nobody's waiting for a turn. Technically speaking, it is possible to be online at my library the entire time we're open.
So explain to me why Mister Stinky comes in off the street, logs in at, say 9 A.M., logs out an hour later, only to return 15 minutes again? This routine repeats four times a day on average. Now judging from his stench, Mister Stinky is a heavy smoker (see previous post), so it can be assumed that he goes as long as he can on the computer and when he absolutely cannot wait any longer, goes outside for a couple ciggies.
This is the only scenario I can come up with for Mister Stinky. It's a little tedious, though, and it's just me being bitchy, because his incessant log ins have developed a bit of an attitude in the range of "I own this place, I'm the King of the Library Computer Land, and Number Six has been decreed as Mine and Mine Alone". |
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