The new job, so far, is excellent. The building and collection are beautiful and new. From the windows on one wall, you essentially look out into a forest, and out the other set of windows, a snow-capped mountain. (Unless it's insanely foggy, as it has been the last few days. Then you just see the townhomes across the street.) It's sort of like being the children's librarian in Mayberry or Cicely, Alaska. (Not so much like Twin Peaks so far, thank heavens.) Everyone seems to know everyone (in a good way), everyone comes to the library, and storytimes are clearly a big deal. It's nice.
However, if I thought that there would be no crazy people in a small town library, I was much mistaken. It turns out, for example, that stuffing library toilets full of paper towels and thereby stopping them up, which was a popular pastime of patrons at the city system, is also a hobby of the rural folks.
There are quite a few people whose lives seem to revolve around the library, but in really weird ways. At the library I worked at these past few months, one patron insisted on reading the newspaper until the VERY LAST SECOND of open time every single day, and then demanding to be allowed to check out books, in order to make sure that all the library staff would have to work for time that we weren't getting paid for. He would also show up at opening time to make sure we weren't one instant late in opening.
My question is, why not just collect stamps?
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