Saturday, November 25, 2006

holy moses

An older gentleman comes up to me at the info. desk, asking how much he needs to pay me for his Internet printouts. I tell him and then he shows me what he'd been searching on and asks if there's a book. Telekinesis, he's been Googling.

"I had a run-in with a broom," he tells me. "I think it must have been sent by my mother." He pauses, then shakes his head. "I mean, a mop I could understand, but a BROOM!"

I couldn't agree more.


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