Ah, lunch break.
The public library does not disappoint!
Having been ravaged by the preschool storytime, I crawled back to my desk and plotted to organize a new, improved, more psychological program of toddler mesmerization. May require me to overcome irrational fear of puppets, but will be well worth it in terms of quelling potential outbreak of library infanticide across the service base.
Foolishly leaping to the call, "We have a hot patron on the phone for you!" (oh, goody! Hot patron! Maybe it's Steve the Pirate!) was yelled at by patron refusing to pay fines, having many overdue books on - dun dun dun - bipolar disorder. Alas, no, I did not receive brownies the next day. Also, was asked out by middle-aged salesman who, upon repeated rejection, unblinkingly requested books on repressing one's sexual urges.
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