I see a lot of strange things at the library, and one of the highlights of working there is sharing the stories of the oddities that happen on almost a daily basis. My favorite stories are usually the ones that involve our “regulars.” These are the people that come in practically every day and essentially treat the library as their second home. Once a person becomes a “regular” they usually acquire a nickname among the staff (sometimes we never know their real names, because they never actually apply for a card. Those who we do know the names of we try to refer to them by it.) Some of the things that happen are pretty unbelievable, and they aren’t the kind of things you can make up.
And at the library I really do learn something new everyday. I was going to post something here about an event that occurred last night, but I’ve decided against it since some of my elders and betters read this. (Grandma) And, really, this one is probably best told in person.
On a completely different tangent, after watching all the Miyazaki films that aired last month on TCM I have pretty much come to the conclusion that the Japanese are certifiably insane. I understand they have a rich and unique culture and a vast and equally unique mythology, but after watching Pom Poko it’s remarkably clear to me that they’re total nutters.