tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post2324539934903777514..comments2023-04-10T05:16:23.470-04:00Comments on Crazy Library Shit: Nature AND innovationI got a master's degree for this?http://www.blogger.com/profile/15215187841910111846noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-1411005768469704592010-05-19T19:25:26.393-04:002010-05-19T19:25:26.393-04:00Beth: Holy. Shit. Sometimes, you want to ask yo...Beth: Holy. Shit. Sometimes, you want to ask yourself why, but you need to stop yourself because if you start thinking like people who want to leave dead birds in flowers pots in libraries, you're going to join them in the looney bin sooner or later.<br /><br />Margaret: Glad I could make you laugh. You know it's never the person's fault, always blame it on the copier. I mean, the copier is a piece of junk propelled by a team of 15 hamsters, nonetheless, don't blame the rodents for off-centered copies.I got a master's degree for this?https://www.blogger.com/profile/15215187841910111846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-67904766275929925292010-05-19T18:43:39.150-04:002010-05-19T18:43:39.150-04:00"You know what? You're broken"
Bril..."You know what? You're broken"<br /><br />Brilliant! Thanks for the laugh.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12160018811890720052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-44766486370408012772010-05-19T17:58:15.822-04:002010-05-19T17:58:15.822-04:00speaking of crazy library shit related to planters...speaking of crazy library shit related to planters: guy comes into the library, regular patron. tells us this story about how his bird died. he lives with an older gentleman that he takes care of. they live in a basement apartment. they bought and planted daffodils or some shit in the bird's honor. wants to keep them on the sill at the library because they have little sunlight in their apt. we say "okay, as long as you take care of it". he does. a few months later, it's spring, he comes in and says, "i think it's time to take my bird home". we say, "you mean your plant?". "yeah" he says, "my plant". then he whispers to the Circ staffer checking his books out, that there is indeed a dead bird buried in the planter under his arm. (he also proceeds to take his shoe off and fish out 15 cents to pay a fine...) so yeah. good times. felt i should share.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06968663054236997827noreply@blogger.com