So There’s This Girl…
Sorry for the provocative title.
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It’s not one of those stories.
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So I’m at the library tonight…
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Yep, It’s one of those stories. (which, let’s face it, are much better).
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And there’s this girl.
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I don’t know her name, but she graduated from high school with my roommate.
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She comes in every now and then and heckles us about how we should quit our jobs so she can have them. Unfortunately for her, when it comes to library hierarchy, or librierarchy, I’m at the top. (and my roommate third.)
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The Boss.
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The Big Cheese.
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or as our friends down south would say, El Jefe.
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Anyways, she doesn’t do this because she wants us to be unemployed, or cause a catastrophic meltdown within the librierarchy, but rather because everyone wants to work at the library here at APU.
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Based on what you’ve read, wouldn’t you?
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So this girl.
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Is perusing the shelves of… many leather bound books, clearly having trouble locating a specific volume.
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I, being my sly, clever, ever so helpful self, waltz on over to assist her.
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I notice she’s wearing glasses, which is unusual, but perhaps she had a recent optometric mishap, or perhaps she normally wears contacts, who knows?
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(aarogantly) “Did you need some help?”
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*laughs* “Yes, could you help meh foind this book ‘ere?”
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(she’s speaking with a British accent. Also unusual, but perhaps she spent her spring break in England and adopted the linguistic habits rather quickly.)
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*laughs* “Sure, but you know, you can’t work here if you can’t even find a book!”…
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…*confused look* *laughter*
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“So this book is just going to be over here with the other books on reality television.”
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“Oh Thank yeh so much. I’m writing moi senior theysis. Are you a senior loike oy am?”
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*doing math… making connections between my roommate and her graduating at the same time… taking note of the recent additions of spectacles and British accent.*
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(This is where I realize it’s not her.)
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“No… I’m not, I’m a junior actually… Good look on your thesis!”
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*runs*
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Just another night on the job.
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Luckily, I played it really smooth so she’ll never know I had totally mistaken her for someone else while ignoring obvious signs that it wasn’t.
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…Unless she somehow stumbles across this blog…
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If that’s the case…
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I’m really sorray for butchareng ya accent!
