Where does this stuff come from? I mean, it's just plain bizarre.
In the semi-scary as Hell department - I arrived to work this morning to find a black plastic bag, tied, and hanging on the door knob to the staff entrance of the library.
So what does yours truly do? Well I couldn't very well leave it hanging there - so I picked it up using my car keys (yeah, that will stop anything bad from happening!) and tossed it in the dumpster.
The bag was light weight and sounded like kitty litter or gravel.
You know, it's just better if I don't think about it. Because my overactive imagination and too many mystery novels are causing my thoughts to go to very scary places.
I just got the wackiest reference question on the planet.
Slightly Out There Library Patron: "Do you know what's wrong with my eye? It keeps itching, watering, and there is stuff oozing out of it."
Me: "Uh, maybe you should go to a doctor?"
This one is right up there with people who ask me what tax forms they need every year. Well since I'm not an accountant, and I'm not privy to your financial records my answer is "I don't know."
Somedays it really hurts being such a smart ass.