With the Bea gone, I don’t have much to say, friends. Oh Bea, how I miss you.
There are three people in the library right now besides me. One of them is packing up to leave. Oh, wait, there goes the second one. Damn. I wish I could make them stay. Somehow it might make my job more meaningful.
There is one person left, and he is the computer guy, so he doesn’t count. If he weren’t here right now, I know what I’d be doing. Could you guess, friends?
I’ll tell you. I would be pretending that this was a real library. That’s right. I would be using this new scanner to scan books and practice my judgmental looks after the scanner beeps. “Look, sir, this book is way overdue.”
This pretend professor or student would look bewildered.
“I’m talking 10 dollars, sir. I’ll take cash,” I would say.
I don’t know how to work this equipment but I accidentally discovered one night that you could place any barcode under the scanner and it would beep. So scanning and giggling ensued.
