Ed Has a Runny Nose
So I’m in the middle of a reference transaction with this guy. It’s a pretty involved transaction, requiring multiple sources and lots of fact checking. Mid-sentence, as I’m conversing with this guy, who happens to be standing to the right and a bit behind me, so that he can see the computer monitor, I notice someone enter my peripheral vision and stop directly in front of me. Without waiting for me to stop speaking, I immediately hear, “CANIHAVESOMETISSUES?” the way that only Special Ed can deliver his unique take on the English language. I ignore him and finish speaking to the guy I’m already helping.
“CANIHAVESOMETISSUES?” Ed asks again. I look at Ed and say, “I’ll be right with you.” No sooner does the guy thank me for helping him than Ed repeats, “CANIHAVESOMETISSUES?” I look at Ed, he has the blank look of a lobotomized savant on his face. I say sure, and go into the office bringing back a box of Kleenex. Ed methodically takes thee tissues from the box and leaves.
A short while later, as I’m putting the reference desk to bed, I’m casually talking to one of my colleagues. From out of nowhere, I see Aqualung gimp past us from right to left like a man on a mission, with his staff and his torn up leather coat, and a scarf wrapped around his head like someone afflicted with the mumps from days of yore. I loose my shit and begin laughing uncontrollably. My coworker responds, “I know, they keep coming back.”