We've been having issues with service animals lately. Is it ok to ask if it's a service animal and what constitutes a service animal? So when two ladies came into the library with a pit-bull nothing was done about it. Although, I've never heard of a pit-bull being a service animal. These ladies were a little tipsy and went out to take a smoke with their dog. A couple of minutes later a man came in with the same dog and sat in the reading area by the fireplaces. A little while later, the ladies came in, rather noisily, looking for their dog. They eventually found it, but created quite a ruckus. (I realize this isn't a really funny story. It's just weird what people this is acceptable at the public library!)
Calling All Elevators
I think most of my favorite stories revolve around the glass elevators at the library. It's just amazing what people do, in public, to call an elevator. I mean first, they have to figure out where the elevators are. Then they have to find the call buttons. Now, honestly have you ever been to a bank of elevators that had something other than buttons to call it? Well, clearly some of the patrons haven't figured this out.
- So we have people waving their hand in front of it as if there are motion sensors to call it.
- Or they jump up and hit the up and down lights. (Yeah, that's real handicap accessible!?!)
- Then there are those who run their fingers across the braille on the inside of the doorway.
- Another great idea someone had was to put their palm on the other podium (the one with the fire extinguisher - the other podium has the call buttons by the way) as if we have a high-tech hand recognition call button.
- My favorite thus far though was the guy who, after looking all around the fire extinguisher podium, grabbed it with both hands and tried to pull it towards himself. (It almost looked like he was doing something obscene). I mean really people, do you think we'd have a huge lever that was difficult to pull just to call the elevators?
Bloody Graffiti Exhibitionist
Maybe the best story from last week happened on Wednesday evening. There was a man standing in front of one of the cement support pillars - in full view of the welcome desk I might add. It looked like he was marking up the pillar with a red marker. So, security was called. When they got close to the man they found out it wasn't marker at all. It was his own blood! Obviously they escort him back to the security office with the sounds of him crying and moaning resonating through the first floor. When the police arrive they handcuff him and take him out the front doors. (We still don't know why they can't use the staff entrance). Well, while he's shuffling along the two cops his foot catches his pants or something because the next thing you know is that his pants and underwear are around his ankles. Yep, he was naked from the waist down. One of the librarians on duty said he was never so grateful for shirttails in his whole life! The police pulled his pants up and continued taking him out. The End.
As a side note: This is not the only time someone has had their pants fall off. One very large and intoxicated woman lost her pants when the police were escorting her out. The problem they had with her is that not only did they have to figure out how to pull her pants up over her many rolls, they also had to keep her steady and upright.


2 comments:
Ha ha. Love and have missed the library stories! I really liked the jumping up and hitting the arrows to call the eleveator.
Craziness for sure. So who gets to clean the potentially HIV infected hazardous blood from the pillar? Yucky.
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