Name (First and Last):
Date and time of incident (MM/DD/YYYY, HH:MM am/pm):
08/16/2013, around lunch, noon
Patron’s name (First and Last):
I don’t know. Something with an M, maybe?
Type of Incident (Theft, Accident, Property Damage, Other, etc.):
Area of Library Involved (Reference, Circulation, Loading Dock, etc.):
First Aid given?
Emergency services called?
Responder’s names, titles/ranks:
Describe in your own words the situation:
Nothing really bad happened, that I saw. And I didn’t see much at all.
Evan and I were in the side room. I was putting some DVDs in the catalog and he was ordering books for that Fall Reading Program thing of Ellen’s. Miss Bell’s. And that’s Evan Banned, the reference librarian.
So we’re just sitting, happy as punch quietly typing away at our keyboards when Jessie comes in and says that Evan might want to check on Debbie at the circulation desk. It’s a regular thing, but she’s new and doesn’t always get along with people. That happens when some folks move down South, but they either adjust or move on eventually. Way of the world.
Evan goes out there and I put my head down and continue on typing. DVDs are the most pain for this new system because you have to enter in the MARC records individually and I forget half of what those numbers mean. I tell you that cause I lose track of time, it is why Steve comes by with my lunch and I have so many alarms set on my smartphone. Thing’s smarter than me, don’t I know it.
About five, maybe ten minutes later, Evan and Steve walk in and Steve’s smiling. I knew right then he got the promotion. I got up and hugged him and then the phone starts ringing.
Evan shakes Steve’s hand as Steve says he got the promotion to detective. We try to talk for a bit but the phone keeps on ringing, so Evan walks over and answers the thing.
Evan walks out to the desk and me and Steve congratulate each other a bit. This means so much to him, and a little better pay. We don’t notice when Debbie comes in.
She makes this weird noise in her throat like she’s never seen too people look happy before. Maybe she just ain’t used to public displays of affection. I don’t care. I was happy. Still am.
So Debbie gets her purse and leaves and Steve catches the door and we go out to. Had lunch at Lazy Susan’s. Steve made lunch reservations a week in advance, that’s how sure he was he’d get the promotion.
And that’s all I saw.
No. No, that’s not right.
Outside we saw this lady in a really ugly skirt crossing the street, getting in her car from the diner. Just the ugliest skirt you ever saw.