the hugs! I knew this guy was full of sh*t but not knowing Spanish well (see post below) is a sore spot for me, given that my mother was born and raised in P.R…I feel I “should” know it. Apparently I spoke it as a child but it didn’t last long. So he managed to get me where it hurts.

started calling me maggles and it stuck. :0)

right before that I dealt with a Katrina victim with horrible health problems, poor guy.

But this is probably par for the course in a public library so I’d suppose I’d better get used to “interesting” patrons from now on…

I think the “stupid” thing was probably something that doesn’t happen often—specifically this gentleman was annoyed that I couldn’t understand all of his Spanish.

He said the high school educated girls (lib assts) next to me were smarter than I was ( didn’t need an audience—thanks dude!) and that I needed to go to college (um, what??) and also that I had a “very small brain” (repeated several times) but also that I had “tremendous eyes.”

Somehow I managed not to rip his face off but instead assisted him with a smile and ended up pouring on the charm so much that he did an about-face, declaring he liked me and would come visit me soon.
{{{ Be still my beating heart}}!

Anyhow since he didn’t know me from Eve I have to assume the problem lies entirely with him.

Hell, at least I have a good anecdote out of it, if nothing else! I’ve heard equally bizarre stories from other librarians, so there you go.