A few days ago, a guy I’ve never seen before in the Library approached the Reference Desk and asked me for a book on stamps. The guy was noticeably drunk. His eyes were all glassy and he smelled heavily of booze. I asked him what kind of information he was looking for and he was stymied, so I began fishing…
Me: “Are you looking for stamp prices? Or the history of stamps? Or perhaps something about rubber stamps?” I continued, ” What exactly are you looking for?”
Patron: [slurring] “Gimme whayagot.”
Me: “Errr.. OK.” and I gave him the number for the Scott’s Catalog, “That’s 383S. It’s about as far away from here as you can get.” And I pointed in the general direction that he was to stagger towards.
Patron: [laughing and mumbling incoherently] As far away…OK!
Off he went never to be seen again… Until today.
Today as I was leaving, the guy was sitting on the back steps of the Library looking as glassy-eyed as ever. I asked him how he was and he mumbled something back incoherently. I walked past. As I caught up with a coworker, she commented that it looked like he had a bag of dope in his lap. I laughed. I didn’t see it, but I don’t doubt it.
Nothing like chillin’ @ the Library with a bag of weed, and a postage stamp catalog. Life doesn’t get any better than that!