Dear Black Hoodie Guy,
I know you have issues with personal space and are kind of, shall we say, odd. I know you have issues with basic communication. I suppose I should be some sort of honored that you feel comfortable enough to ask me to help you when I walk by. I suppose I should also be honored that you wanted to shake my hand when I helped you figure out that the email you sent to whomever had bounced and the recipient never got it. But, honestly, I don't really want to touch you.
I hope that doesn't put a dent in our growing librarian-patron relationship. Because despite all of the above, you still scare the shit out of me.
1 comment:
What's his deal? Hoodies should be sexy, not scary!
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