Library beefcake

One of our elderly patrons called the library and asked for help carrying a box of book donations. I went trotting out into the parking lot to find her struggling to get it out of her back seat.

"I just had knee surgery, I don't trust it."

"Yes, stay off that knee, I'll carry the box."

"My husband packed it, and I'm just trying to see if it's too heavy." She looked over her shoulder and gave me a quick up-and-down appraisal, "Oh, you're not very strong, either. I'll just carry it."

WHAT.

I hauled the box out and threw it into the library like Mjölnir.

We are going to assume she was calling me dainty. Not a librarian-shaped sack filled with pudding.