Picking up the phone at the Reference Desk.
“Hello, can you help me put some books on reserve?” The patron asked.
“Sure, I’d be glad to.” I replied with convincing enthusiasm.
“I’m probably going to die before I get to read them all.”
“Can I suggest some short stories instead?”
*Insert putting 4 books on reserve*
“There’s a long wait on that one.” I mention.
“Would you come read it at my grave?”
“I don’t know, it’s 562 pages, I might have to bring lunch.”
“I just know I’ll be dead before I get it.”
“You’ve far too much reading to do to die.” I reply.
“Does God Love you?”
Crap, I think this just became about Jesus. “Probably, especially if He hasn’t been paying attention.”
“Then from your lips to God’s ears. The Reaper will be coming for me soon.” I don’t fear him personally, cowbell keeps him at bay. Perhaps she needs more cowbell.
*Finish reserving 3 more books.”
“No one in my family has lived past 80 in 8 generations!” She added.
“Statistically then you’re over due for a long life.”
“I hope so.” Gasp! Inspiring the will to live? I’m going home early to celebrate. “But if I die tonight, I won’t need these books.”
“Iif you wake up dead, be sure to call the library and have us cancel your holds.”