In the Afternoon:
Do we have The prize winner of Defiance, Ohio?
"Who is in it?"
"How do you spell 'Moore?'"
He's worked hours on a project. Has he saved it? No.
The bathroom's over there, ma'am.
Harry Potter and the goblet of fire, by J. K. Rowling.
Whoops. He wanted the movie.
Librarian M's daughter calls.
(Sigh) Harry Potter and the blah blah blah blah.
Hustle & flow.
They'll sell you a floppy over there, kid.
I don't check out books, sir.
Phone number for a local title company.
Uncle Tom's cabin, by Harriet Beecher Stowe.
No cell phones, sir.
Nineteenth century art books.
Nordstrom store locations.
"My computer isn't working."
On one of my trips to the copier I know I'm going to trip on those power cords and send those two laptops crashing to the ground.
Now he wants directions to the Nordstrom stores.
You can log in to our internet terminals, ma'am, but we close at five.
"How many times have you said 'Don't run' today?" asks Librarian Y.
The computer signups are self-service, sir.
Shirley Temple movies.
Any volume of American splendor we have.
"I just got a question." So do they, and they were here first.
Hilary Duff movies, and Harry Potter blah blah de-blah-blah-bloody-blah.
It's closing time, folks. Folks? Folks?