I went to return some books at the downtown Denver library where everything is very excellent. Except for the boob at the front. I am walking IN to return books and the ’stolen book detector’ starts buzzing and beeping. I keep walking, because who would stop someone coming INTO the library? Deputy Boob, that’s who.
DB says, “Hey” so I stop, turn around and look at him with my ‘you-gotta-be-kidding-me’ stare. Maybe they have problems with people who bring in books that don’t belong to the library and re-shelf them in order to fuck up the Dewey decimal, I don’t know. But he realizes that his Pavlovian response takes even him by surprise so he waves me on. I returned the books and had no more incidents at the library, but I was tempted to moonwalk through the detectors on my way out to see if Deputy Boob could tell if I was coming or going.
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