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Crazy Stories From A Librarian

Crazy Stories

First Posted: 06/20/11 12:58 PM ET Updated: 08/20/11 06:12 AM ET

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For three years, Katie Knight patiently accepted the daily indignities of a librarian serving on the front lines of literacy: the dental floss someone used as a bookmark, the condom deposited in the book-return slot, the patron she referred to only as "itchy scalp guy."

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For three years, Katie Knight patiently accepted the daily indignities of a librarian serving on the front lines of literacy: the dental floss someone used as a bookmark, the condom deposited in the b...
For three years, Katie Knight patiently accepted the daily indignities of a librarian serving on the front lines of literacy: the dental floss someone used as a bookmark, the condom deposited in the b...
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01:51 AM on 06/21/2011
My summer job decades ago was going and making sure books were filed in the correct location on the shelves. And looking for books pushed back behind the shelves and hidden, or pushed back so they were at the bottom space between the shelves.

With all the we'll lower ourselves to cater to the masses you can find some great books at the booksales libraries hold. Their loss, my gain.
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12:19 PM on 06/20/2011
My favorites were the slightly wild-eyed guy with hunched shoulders who never looked you in the eye; who only ever checked out Isaac Asimov, the yuppy mother of the wee wild monsters Chloe and Justin who'd check out stacks of parenting books and periodicals, the impeccably dressed and sternly coifed woman bank vice-president who unblinkingly would check out 12 -15 steamy historical romances every month, the goth girl who loved 18thc romantic poets, the man we called "Eyes" who seemed only intent on staring at me through the stacks, and then there was Dean. The town's revolving-door mental patient who always wore a hunting knife strapped to his camouflaged leg. It wasn't ever a dull day.