So Bizarre You’ll Fall Out Of Your Chair
(I work in a library. A middle-aged woman approaches the desk.)
Patron: “I was in the computer lab the other day, and I brought a big folding chair. I left it behind. Is it in your lost and found?”
Me: “I can check, but I doubt it would be there. Let me check the lab.”
Patron: *already growing irate* “I already checked in there.”
Me: “Okay, I’ll check our lost and found, but I didn’t see any chairs when I came in.”
Patron: “So that means somebody stole it. Great.”
(She’s so rude that, by this point, I just want to get rid of her. I go to the back room and, sure enough, the only chairs we have are ones that the library owns.)
Me: “I didn’t see it back there.”
Patron: *even more irritated than before* “Okay, so where would it go?”
Me: “I don’t know.”
(Honestly, who brings a CHAIR to a library and forgets to take it home?)
Patron: *demanding* “Who was cleaning that night?”
Me: “I don’t have access to that information.”
(Our cleaning crew is privately contracted, so only library administration has access to their schedule.)
Patron: “So, nobody turned in a chair at all?”
Me: “No.”
Patron: “Well, then, what am I supposed to do?”
Me: “You could check back at the circulation desk up front.”
(Thankfully, she left at that point. I can understand her frustration, but seriously, who brings their own chair to a public library and then assumes it was stolen instead of put in storage by a confused cleaning crew member?)