A coworker recently found a magazine on a table that was, shall we say, a little worse for the wear. She brought it back to the Reference Desk and commented that it was, “disgusting.” It was; It was soggy and smelled awful. I instructed her to remove the pocket and barcode, and then immediately throw the vile thing away.
As it turns out, we discovered that an Irregular, who I’ve not mentioned before, took this particular magazine into the restroom with him for a time. The staff refers to this particular individual as “Speedo” after an incident where he attempted to board a coworker’s boat wearing nothing more than, you guessed it, a Speedo! Now, this isn’t Brad Pitt, or George Clooney we’re talking about here, this guy is not in the best of shape, and he’s elderly, bald, and pasty to boot. Not exactly an Abercrombie model.
What makes this incident even more disturbing is that the magazine he chose wasn’t Field & Stream, or Sound & Vision, It was something like Marie Claire.
… That hurts me bad.