(Background information: this took place in my local library. I sometimes take part in clinical trials, and if a book I’ve ordered comes in while I’m away my wife picks it up for me.)
I called into Middleton Library today. Two librarians were stood at the desk, one greeting me in surprise:
L: “Hello! I’ve not seen you for a while! I was only thinking about you the other day.”
Me:”You thought I’d died, didn’t you? On a trial. Never came out again alive.”
L:“No! I saw that comedian on the tv . . . ”
Me:”Don’t tell me-Jason Manford.”
L:”No but . . . yes! You are like him!”
Me:”You’re the fourth person now to tell me that. Who was it you was watching?”
Me:”Well thanks a bunch!” I did that thing with my double chin.
L: ““I mean the way he tells his stories!”
The other librarian now joined in, thinking it an opportune moment to extricate her colleague from a conversation running amok.
L#2: “Didn’t I see your wife in here? While you were away?
Me: “With another man?”
L#2: “No! With the kids.”
Me: “To be honest I’m more worried about her being with the kids than with the other man. She’s not supposed to have access.”
My book was overdue. They waived the fine.