Hell, that ain't too bad. I remember one time we lost a whole librarian. She got a staple stuck in her finger and we figure it got infected cause she got kinda ornery and would snap when anybody got near her. Then one day she just kinda waundered off into the stacks alone. We found her a month later, passed away dead behind the true crime section. We figure she just wanted to die with some dignity. In her will she expressed she be buried like she lived, so we all got drunk as hell, put her on a boat and took turns shooting flaming arrows until she sank to the depths in a blaze of glory. Here's to you, Brenda from Reference, the finest Viking Librarian I ever knew!
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| Dramatic representation of Brenda's average reference day courtesy of Long Beach City College. |