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...that you know nothing about. Yes, the caps were intended. That was the way she said it at the reference desk. Sometimes, a library can be a very interesting place.
The lady in question was asking about the Hall of Records beneath the Great Sphinx of Giza. This is madness. Nothing has ever been found there but, in this Lady's mind, it had to exist because she had done extensive research on the topic and we were KEEPING THE TRUTH FROM HER.
After talking to her, I discovered her 'extensive research' consisted of one article in Archaeology Magazine, a few bits and pieces from the 'Weekly World News', other fringe publications and her dreams.
Yes, dreams. The Lady was convinced that her dreams were solid research. If she dreamed about something, it must exist. If she knew it from her dreams, we must also know what she's talking about and, because I'm a pale person of Northern European heritage, I must be part of a conspiracy to deny her access to her true ancient African heritage.
[Cue the Twilight Zone Theme]
DOO da doo doo, DOO da doo da doo doo, DOO da doo doo DOO da doo doo, DOO da doo doo DUNG!
Presented for your consideration - a tale about the ancient world. A woman who KNOWS what is right when everyone around her doubts her story. Let us follow this intrepid woman as she enters into the hall of Records beneath the Sphinx and gets swallowed up forever in the void that is Pyramidiocy.
The lady in question was asking about the Hall of Records beneath the Great Sphinx of Giza. This is madness. Nothing has ever been found there but, in this Lady's mind, it had to exist because she had done extensive research on the topic and we were KEEPING THE TRUTH FROM HER.
After talking to her, I discovered her 'extensive research' consisted of one article in Archaeology Magazine, a few bits and pieces from the 'Weekly World News', other fringe publications and her dreams.
Yes, dreams. The Lady was convinced that her dreams were solid research. If she dreamed about something, it must exist. If she knew it from her dreams, we must also know what she's talking about and, because I'm a pale person of Northern European heritage, I must be part of a conspiracy to deny her access to her true ancient African heritage.
[Cue the Twilight Zone Theme]
DOO da doo doo, DOO da doo da doo doo, DOO da doo doo DOO da doo doo, DOO da doo doo DUNG!
Presented for your consideration - a tale about the ancient world. A woman who KNOWS what is right when everyone around her doubts her story. Let us follow this intrepid woman as she enters into the hall of Records beneath the Sphinx and gets swallowed up forever in the void that is Pyramidiocy.
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