Dear...my security blanket,
I can tolerate a lot of questions regarding my age. I have to, especially at work.
Examples:
While standing in front of an empty truck near the New Books, staring blankly at the AV section
Patron: Hey, I really gotta use the computer, do you work here?
Me: Yeah, but the Computer Tech at the Information desk can help you. [Points]
Patron: [Looks confused] You sure...? [Starts walking off, mumbling, still looking at me]
Me: I'm sorry? Yes, I'm sure she can help you better tha-
Patron: -don't even look old enough to work...[Walks away in a hurry]
While shelving Children's DVDs
Lady: Excuse me, do you work here?
Me: [Looks down at collared shirt with an "Arcadia Public Library" patch on the front of it] Um, yes?
Lady: ...You're not a volunteer?
Me: ...no. [Friendly smile. Keep it together]
Lady: Really? How old are you? [Looks confused]
Me: [Smiling because I've heard this before] Well, I'm over 18.
Lady: Oh my God. You look so young!
Me: Heh heh, yeah. I know...
Lady: Wow...you look like you're still in high school. You can be my daughter's age... [Keeps mumbling surprised cries of disbelief, looking me up and down]
Me: [Beginning to realize the lady doesn't have a real question] Did you need any help, or...?
Me, again: [Beginning to realize I could be her daughter's teacher. Scary]
Lady: [Doesn't hear the question, still too preoccupied with my dumb face and dirty shoes]
Me: [Smiles, nervous laugh, goes back to shelving]
But this is where I draw the line:
Children's Room, Fiction Section, After school
High school boy: ...soo what grade are you in?
Not cool. Can't you at least be creative? What about, "Excuse me, I was wondering if I needed my library card to CHECK YOU OUT!"
On second thought, no thank you.
I guess it doesn't help that I mostly dress like a prepubescent boy. And I still don't have my driver's license...and I don't have a "grown up" job. But that's another post altogether.
Live every week like it's shark week,
Biancaaa, almost 25
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2 comments:
i guess you'd probably get fired for responding to someone with "Oh your god. You look so old, I can't believe you are still alive!"
my advice.... groow (or steal) a beeaardd!
I'm thinking on my birthday that I should wear a mustache to show people how mature I've gotten.
It'll be extra fun, because I'll be at Disneyland.
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