On the way to the bus stop this morning

I was minding my own business, walking while listening to my ipod. Out of the corner of my right eye, I see a police van stop. I thought nothing of it, because they often cruise the other end of my street. Then.......the driver's side window opens slowly. As I got closer to the van, I saw that it was my former co-worker.

Mr. Officer: " I couldn't just drive past and not stop."

Me: "Hi, how are you? Are you still at the high school?" (There's a high school near my home)

Mr. Officer: " Yes. Do you still bake?"

Me: "I haven't in a while, but yes, I still bake."

Mr. Officer: "Do you think you could bake me a cake or pie?"

Me: "You're not right because you would sit in front of the school and eat it in front of the kids!"

****Here it comes*********He asked, "So, you're not married yet?" I respond, "No, WHY, do you ask me that everytime that you see me?"

Mr. Officer: "I ask because you're a good girl and you deserve to be married."

Me: "You need to tell your friend that." (He is friends with my ex.)

NOW FOR THE CLENCHER, WHAT HE HAS BEEN DYING TO ASK, ALMOST AS LONG AS WE'VE KNOW EACH OTHER. HE HAS ASKED AROUND THIS QUESTION IN THE PAST************************

Mr. Officer: "Do you still talk to Re and La?" (women we used to work with)

Me: "Not Re, but I email La sometimes."

Mr. Officer: "You pretty much keep to yourself"

Me: "Pretty much."

Mr. Officer: "Oh, so you can keep a secret?"

Me: "Mr. Officer, I'm not trying to mess with a married man!"

Mr. Officer: "WHAT!!! Why would you come at me like that?"

Me: "Because you said, you can keep a secret."

Mr. Officer is married, his 2nd marriage at that. When we worked together, he was married to his 1st wife. He messed around with Re for a minute. He quite that job to become a police officer. He then began messing with a supervisor at our old job. He then divorced his 1st wife, to marry the supervisor.

My co-worker tells me that it's because "they" like me

There is an African American woman in her 50's that has chosen to bother me. My co-workers have named her Tangentia, because, well, I'm sure you can guess.

I have told her many times, about her bad habit of asking 5 questions, while you're still in the process of locating the answer to her first question.

Today, she hovered around the reference desk until I finished helping another patron. By the time I had become frustrated with her, it turned out that she really didn't want anything anyway. I've already told her about asking me questions that she could find the answers to, just by using the 15 minute express computers. She had the nerve to tell me, "Oh, I don't know how to use a computer." My response surprised her, I said, " I saw you using one, and you know how to search quite well."

After she finished bugging me today, she said as she walked away, "I hope I didn't waste 50 million of the city's dollars with that question.

Yesterday's Blast From my past

It was busy at the reference desk. Answer 1 patron's question, and before they could walk away, there's another patron. So, like a machine, I answered a patron's question while finishing up a telephone reference question. As I was preparing the books that the telephone patron wanted placed on hold, this patron backtracks and asks, "Does your name happen to be Nexgrl?" I answered, "Yeah(like annnnnd what do you want.)". The patron then said, "My name is Mark, and I went to All Hallows(my elementary school) with you.". I looked up, and I was shocked. I had seen the man 8yrs ago at my niece's 21st b-day. It was a BIG difference. All I could say was, "Oh, hi."

Another gross library sighting

Yesterday afternoon, there were some roach sightings in the reference area on my floor.

My guess is that they are coming from the patrons who sit/lay in that area with all of their belongings. There is a bank of windows along that wall and patrons move chairs from other areas and camp out. I have gone through and moved all of the chairs, but they reappear the next day.