(I'm not back; I'm just bored today)
In the Evening
"Books that will tell me what it is to do with my life."
They'll break a fiver at the circ desk, sir.
CDs are downstairs, sir.
Surrounded by computers, he asks if we have the internet here.
Museum tickets? Not any more.
Fiction is over there, ma'am.
Holds are at the front desk, ma'am.
Automatic extension tax form.
You don't need to ask permission to use the internet, sir.
Visions across the Americas, ed. J. Sterling Warner. She has a copy she bought but wants to know if the library owns it.
An old friend I haven't seen in years pops by.
The pact, by Sampson Davis, George Jenkins, and Rameck Hunt with Liza Frazier.
Someone tells me two kids are looking at "bad, bad sites."
Sorry, I don't know what those buildings are on 14th street.
I drop Morningstar. What a mess.
We're open until nine, ma'am.
AIDS. She narrows it down, then changes her mind. "Do any of these books have pictures?"
... Do I miss this? No.