Capital City Notes & Gossip, plus Tales from Library Land
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Two early contenders for zaniest tax season happenings:
At Love the Liberry, her patron had been referred to the library by the Hallmark store.
The patron who entered through the staff entrance at Juice's Liberry was looking for tax forms. Of course.
Now, I could make an elaborate excuse about an old-fashioned patron remembering an old-fashioned Hallmark-as-stationer time and almost see the logic: but, no. That would mean the patron hadn't needed tax forms since, like, 1950.