This doesn't fit conveniently into any category here. The lady in question wasn't sucky but she was decidedly odd.
Because the Library in which I work deals with ancient religions, we often get very pleasant, polite people who are a bit odd. On this visit we had a couple who dressed in sweeping, white robes.
He was her teacher and spent a good hour getting her acquainted with the place and settled with the materials she needed to do her work. She was a good student. She went about her assignment and was as nice as could be.
We closed for lunch at Noon. Readers had to vacate the Library but could return at 1 PM. It was our practice to alert readers at 11:45 that we were closing in 15 minutes. That gave them time to bring their work to a rational close. If they wanted to return after the break, everything would be just as they left it.
I went to remind our lady reader about the break and saw her wrapped in a magnificent red and gold silk shawl. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was silently working. In one hand she held a metal crook. In the other she held a beaded flail. She was literally in the position of a mummified Pharaoh.
How do you tell someone in such deep communion with her gods that the Library is closing for lunch?
Because the Library in which I work deals with ancient religions, we often get very pleasant, polite people who are a bit odd. On this visit we had a couple who dressed in sweeping, white robes.
He was her teacher and spent a good hour getting her acquainted with the place and settled with the materials she needed to do her work. She was a good student. She went about her assignment and was as nice as could be.
We closed for lunch at Noon. Readers had to vacate the Library but could return at 1 PM. It was our practice to alert readers at 11:45 that we were closing in 15 minutes. That gave them time to bring their work to a rational close. If they wanted to return after the break, everything would be just as they left it.
I went to remind our lady reader about the break and saw her wrapped in a magnificent red and gold silk shawl. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was silently working. In one hand she held a metal crook. In the other she held a beaded flail. She was literally in the position of a mummified Pharaoh.
How do you tell someone in such deep communion with her gods that the Library is closing for lunch?
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