library

2020-11-10

I had just arrived at work, at the public library, about an hour before opening to process the bookdrop and do all the stuff that needed doing before opening.

My good friend Jesse was there and I gave him a big hug because I was happy to see him. He told me there was a note that Mrs. Miller had been by in the early morning and had been banging on the door and shouting about something.

I went to start processing the book drop, and then I got a call from security down at Central that they had gotten a phone call from Mrs. Miller that she had put something in the book drop that was very important.

Later, somebody else popped their head into the back to ask me if I had heard that Mrs. Miller was insisting that her returns be processed.

Finally, I found the item that Mrs. Miller had put in the book drop. It wasn’t a book or any kind of library material at all, but a thick envelope full of about a dozen sheets of thick paper. Every inch of each sheet had been meticulously covered with tiny, tight handwriting, written with headers and pager numbers and marginalia to appear as though they were newspaper or magazine articles.

Mrs. Miller had produced her own, obviously handmade sources to support the crazy nutjob conspiracy theories she’s always ranting about. The implication is that the hoped that by slipping her original content into the library through the back door, we would categorize it and add it to our collection, thus validating her craziness.