I made a librarian happy.
This morning I drove to Taylor to meet writing buddies at Java Junction on Main Street. I arrived in Taylor in timely fashion but, upon reaching Main Street, I realized I didn’t know whether to turn right or left.
I was not concerned. I’m an expert at driving around blocks.
First I turned left and drove a while, then turned around and drove back a while, then called friend #1 and spoke to her husband (she’d forgotten to take her cell phone), then called friend #2 and got no one, then turned around and inched along the other way again, then reversed and inched that way for a while, then called and reached friend #2, listened to directions, and inched back the other way…
I had visions of two women sitting beside the coffee shop window, watching me drive back and forth, back and forth. And pointing. And laughing.
Finally I came to my senses and turned at the little green and white sign with the graphic of the man reading a book.
If you want to make a librarian happy, someone told me, ask her a question.
I stopped at the reference desk and asked. The young lady’s face lit up.
After eliciting the information that I knew nothing about the town’s commercial district except where the Shell station was because I’d passed it several times–this is called a reference interview–she said Java Junction was right next door. Then she gave me a card with the library’s phone number, just in case I needed extra help.
I was sitting at the red light beside the Shell station when my phone rang. It was friend #2. “Do you know where the Shell station is?” she said.
I replied, “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Java Junction is just on the other side, the building with the little blue sign.”
I turned left. It was as she had said. The sign was very little and not very blue and the lettering was not very bright. I almost drove past it.
I was thirty minutes late, and if it hadn’t been for that reference librarian, I would still be cruising Main Street.
Once again, a librarian saved the day.
But all was well. The coffee was good. The company was good. The mammoth cinnamon rolls my friends had consoled themselves with while waiting looked good. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, so I didn’t check for myself.
Anyway, that’s the story of my Wednesday adventure: narrative only. Just this happened and then this happened and then this happened. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t squeeze out a moral.
Except that librarians rule.
ROW80 has been going on for weeks. This is my first report. There was no point–there it is again!–in reporting that I was ignoring my goals and staying up till all hours of the a.m. Last night, however, I got to bed shortly after 10:00 p.m. I’m shooting for a pre-11:00 p.m. turn-in tonight. So I have to get a move on. Please forgive egregious errors. I’ll proof tomorrow.
Image belongs to Library Avenger’s photostream on flickr, CC BY 2.0.
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