Caller: “Yes, I have some books that are due tomorrow, but I need to keep them longer.”
Me: “Okay, ma’am. I’ll need your name so I can renew the books.”
Caller:*scandalized* “You need my what?”
Me: “Your name, ma’am. So I can call up your account on my computer.”
Caller: “You have my account?! How did you get that? Do you have my Social Security number?”
Me: “No, ma’am. I mean your library account. When you came in to get your library card, you filled out a form with your name, address, phone number, and email, so that we can contact you if you ever have overdue books. We don’t have your social security number.”
Caller: “Well, I’m not giving out my name to a complete stranger over the phone!”
Me: “Okay, ma’am. Perhaps you could give me the titles of the books?”
Caller: “Why do you need to know what I’m reading?! The books are due tomorrow! Just renew them!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no way I can look up books by the due date. Without your name or the titles of the books, I can’t help you.”
Caller: “You’re trying to steal my identity! I’m calling the cops.”
Me:*giving up* “You do that, ma’am.” *hangs up*
Coworker: “You should have told her we put cameras in the books.”
(When special order books come in, we call the customers, but we don’t normally say the book’s title over the phone. A man came in one day to pick up his special order — some book about 9/11.)
Customer: “I have a complaint about my order.”
Me: “Yes, sir?”
Customer: “When the woman called me, she said the title of my book in the message.”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, is that a problem?”
Customer: “Well, you see, the government’s tapping my phone. I don’t want them to know that I know what they’re up to.”
Me: “Um… okay, sir. I’m sorry about that. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Customer: “Thanks.”
Me: “Would you like a bag, sir?”
Customer:*starts laughing* “No, thanks. I’m not that paranoid!”