Little did we know that the String Lady has been providing gratis childcare back in our Children's section.
A 12 year old girl approached the Reference desk crying. It seems the girl ran home and got her mom because some "weird lady" back in the Children's freaked her out. The girl was told by the lady that she used to hold her as a baby and repeatedly asked her, "Don't you remember me?" Who did the Mom point out as the culprit? The String Lady.
Every time you think she's gone she pops up again like bad penny. Or a recurrent zit. Or a bill collector. Insert witticism here.
Showing posts with label String Lady. Show all posts
Showing posts with label String Lady. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
The String Lady Returns
Remember the String Lady? Well, she returned a few days ago with new craziness for us. First, she approached my female co-worker K. and asked her, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
K. is a no-nonsense person so she said, "No. I will only answer questions about library business."
String Lady: "Could I just whisper it in your ear?"
K: "No."
String Lady: "Well, I just wanted to know if you stuff your bra."
(cue the crickets)
K: "If you have any questions regarding library business, I will be happy to answer them. Otherwise, I can't help you."
String Lady came up with a few more crazy requests but K. ignored her and referred her to our boss.
Never a dull moment...
K. is a no-nonsense person so she said, "No. I will only answer questions about library business."
String Lady: "Could I just whisper it in your ear?"
K: "No."
String Lady: "Well, I just wanted to know if you stuff your bra."
(cue the crickets)
K: "If you have any questions regarding library business, I will be happy to answer them. Otherwise, I can't help you."
String Lady came up with a few more crazy requests but K. ignored her and referred her to our boss.
Never a dull moment...
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
The String Lady
Sometimes working at the library makes me feel like a sad clown in the Theatre of the Absurd.
I walked out for my final desk shift yesterday and there was a woman standing there with paperbacks from our booksale covering half of the circulation desk. That in itself wasn't that strange. She had just paid for the books (approx. 30 mass market paperbacks) and one of our employees had given her a ball of string. Don't ask me why. So, the woman was working on this elaborate art project with the string and books. She was tying up little parcels of paperbacks books and covering them with string. But she didn't contect herself with this level of eccentricity alone...oh no....she had to accost other patrons as well.
She took it upon herself to chase after several customers and ask if they had small children. Ostensibly to inform them about the library's children's programs. Why she felt the need to act as our publicist, I don't know. Then, when a police officer came in to pick up his holds, she leaned across the desk and said, "I didn't know you people knew how to read." Nice. Then, she grabbed a book called Tropical Spa off of an endcap and ran over to an elderly Japanese woman with it. She thrust it into the startled woman's hands saying, "This looks like something you might be interested in." Really? On what basis?
After an hour of tying up books, the String Lady demanded that my co-worker J. load them into individual sacks for her and then promised to return soon.
We can hardly wait.
I walked out for my final desk shift yesterday and there was a woman standing there with paperbacks from our booksale covering half of the circulation desk. That in itself wasn't that strange. She had just paid for the books (approx. 30 mass market paperbacks) and one of our employees had given her a ball of string. Don't ask me why. So, the woman was working on this elaborate art project with the string and books. She was tying up little parcels of paperbacks books and covering them with string. But she didn't contect herself with this level of eccentricity alone...oh no....she had to accost other patrons as well.
She took it upon herself to chase after several customers and ask if they had small children. Ostensibly to inform them about the library's children's programs. Why she felt the need to act as our publicist, I don't know. Then, when a police officer came in to pick up his holds, she leaned across the desk and said, "I didn't know you people knew how to read." Nice. Then, she grabbed a book called Tropical Spa off of an endcap and ran over to an elderly Japanese woman with it. She thrust it into the startled woman's hands saying, "This looks like something you might be interested in." Really? On what basis?
After an hour of tying up books, the String Lady demanded that my co-worker J. load them into individual sacks for her and then promised to return soon.
We can hardly wait.
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