Why work in a library? Isn't it boring?

Today the answer came to me--literally.  A huge black guy came charging up to the reference desk today.  He was scowling and looked more like he wanted to beat me up than talk to me.

"I need to read The Color Purple," he barked at me.

I typed the title into the online catalog, coming up with a number of hits.

"This one is an electronic book.  You can read it online from any computer that's got Internet hookup.  This one's on the shelf and hasn't been checked out," I told him, pointing at my screen.

"I'll take the real book," he said, still glowering.

I wrote down the call number and explained how to read it and where he could find it on the shelves.

A while later, I was standing by the reference desk, having helped another student at her computer.  Suddenly, I felt someone behind me put his arms around me.

It was the Alice Walker reader.

"I found it!" he said hugging me.  "Thank you so much!"

He was smiling--and quite handsome now with the ugly expression wiped off his face.

"Enjoy the book," I answered, giving him a quick hug back.

"Oh, I will!  Thank you!"

And that's why I want to work in a library.  Yes, it's boring.  But when it's not, it's wonderful.