No terribly exciting stories today.
I helped a nice elderly couple access their son's online wedding photo album and bantered with the father of a gothy kid (e-mail=blacktowerdiablo) who was getting a replacement card.
Speaking of replacement cards... a woman's card was wearing out and she asked if she could get a new one. I said sure, but it would be a dollar for the replacement card. "I've had this card for 12 years and you're telling me I have to pay a dollar because it's a piece of crap?" We might actually replace people's cards for free, i don't actually know/remember since it happens so rarely that cards merely wear out (usually they break or get lost or people move away or whatever) but i am not inclined to be helpful if you are gonna get pissy. I responded with something noncommittal and she left in a huff.
Early in the day a guy was looking for a novel, said the catalog told him it was available but it wasn't on the shelf. I asked if it was a new book and he said yes, still fairly new, came out a month or two ago. I directed him to the New Fiction section. He came back still unsuccessful. I asked for the title and he gave me title and author, said it had a pale blue cover (i assume he had seen it in a books tore). I turned to the cart of returned-but-as-yet-unshelved fiction and after a bit plucked the book he had been seeking. He called me a genius. Have i mentioned that i'm easily won? He checked the book out and i told him he had a 10-cent fine. (I felt bad charging the guy money after he'd just had to search for the book he wanted.) Have i mentioned that he had a soft Irish accent? He said he would pay in "coppers" if that was okay. I happily took his ten pennies.
