Charlie, one of our more entertaining regulars, was sent to earth to torment librarians.
He's been trying to convince us to hand over the Sony MP3 player ever since the above poster appeared in the library.
We know, and he knows, it's not his MP3 player.
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I am standing by a trolley sorting books.
Charlie approaches.
"Oh God. I mean, hello Charlie."
Charlie gazes solemnly into my eyes and holds up a piece of paper:
I dissolve into giggles.
He looks aghast.
"Ahem, no reason. And how may I help you today?"
"Really. Is that so?"
He nods eagerly.
"Well, if you could perhaps tell me what songs are on it so we can make sure it's definitely yours...?"
He glares at me scornfully.
He sighs; a big, theatrical, eye-rolling sigh.
"This one's in case you said "You're not really deaf"," he explains.
It is almost as if we have had this conversation before.
"Charlie," I say, "I am impressed by your desperation."
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In the end, we told him what songs were on it so he could come up with a more plausible story.
Ironically, he didn't believe us.
7 comments:
Ha-ha! For real? Brilliant :-)
Very cool blog.
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It always amazes me that everywhere I work, it is someone elses normal place to be, even places I had never thought of being. I'm glad you have fun people to come around and make things interesting.
I love your blog! It's a shame you don't write more often. I spent all of yesterday evening and most of the night reading all of your posts
It's mine, the songs are all van morison, john-lee hooker, and the eels. Don't try and deny it. Danny. Xxx
I keep coming back to this, it's hilarious :)
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