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Hm. I'm at the Ref desk at the moment, and a student just walked by with her bookbag, a bottle of water, and a pie.
I couldn't tell what kind - it's in a plastic container with a lid and she was holding it above my eye level, so all I got was a glimpse of the crust.
I couldn't tell what kind - it's in a plastic container with a lid and she was holding it above my eye level, so all I got was a glimpse of the crust.

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Obviously you need to confiscate it for yourself. She could have, uh, hidden a bomb in it.
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And YAY! I just now got your package! New BPAL samples! Ooo, and extras? (at least I hope they didn't get into my package instead of someone elses' by mistake *^_^*) and tea! Everything is made better by tea, yes.
You are very good to me, thank you. ^_^
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I love pie!
Waaaahhhh!
Jade
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There's nothing nicer than having to tidy up the library shelves after the patrons have left - putting your hand under a shelf to retrieve a fallen book, and then squidging your fingers into some abandoned foodstuff lurking down there. Ecch.
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Miraculously, no books seemed to have become involved.
I guess the plastic katana is the most exciting thing I've ever brought into the library - and that on Halloween, and late enough in the evening that everyone was already pretty jaded.
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At my previous job, I helped sort through a bunch of boxes of books that someone's family donated to the architecture library when he died. They'd obviously been kept in the garage or attic and had mold and water damage and dead bugs in them. And were mostly useless anyway - multiple copies of building codes from 1952 and the like. And then we had to deal with random college employees coming into the library and seeing how much we were throwing away and saying "But somebody might find that useful!" OK, sure, fine, *you* keep this out-of-dat nasty copy of the 1952 building codes in *your* house on the off chance that someone might want it one day. It ain't going into our library!