I went to the library yesterday because I am very smart and that’s what smart, cultured people like me do. (I was playing games on the internet) Unfortunately, the lady next to me was dying of emphysema and was coughing her death all over the place. Thanks, Doc Holliday.
I was leaving when a young boy approached the desk in front of me. “Excuse me sir, do you have books on dragons?” The man behind the desk, very proper and bookish replied as a stiff and cold librarian stereotype should have – “Can you be more specific, are you looking for facts about dragons?” I immediately burst into laughter – no words were needed. This assumed, obviously, that dragons were real, which is the only way one can write a book of dragon facts.
I don’t know if he was trying to be nice and said something dumb or was such a tightass he couldn’t break protocol, but it made my day. “Do you have books on Lincoln?” “Hmm, Lincoln the president or Lincoln the vampire hunter?” The possibilities danced in my head all afternoon. Thank you, library.