I announce the library is closing in thirty minutes, fifteen minutes, and finally we’re closed, and people act like they don’t need to listen to any of the announcements. Of course, all of my coworkers have fled the building like rats from a sinking ship long ago so now there’s just me and the student assistant.
Fifteen minutes later, I’ve hussled everyone out. I think the building is empty when one guy comes up from the stairs. Where the hell did he come from? I watch expecting him to exit through the doors, maybe with a wave or a guilty smile, but to my horror, he comes up to the circ desk. Oh dear Lord, NO!!!!!!
“Hi, do you have a lost and found?”
“I left some papers down in a carrel like two weeks ago.”
“I know. Are they up here?”
“No, they’ve been recycled. We’re closed.”
“Could you just check? They’re really important.”
I stare at him in complete wonderment at his utter obtuseness. I turn around in a daze and pick up the stack of notebooks and papers that we keep in lost and found. I set the stack down in front of the student. He glances through them.
“No, they’re not here. Do you really think they’ve been recycled?”
“But they were really important.”
“When did you say you left them here?”
“Two weeks ago. Kyle said it would be okay.”
“Then Kyle was mistaken. We don’t like stuff to even be left here over night. After graduation, we did a major cleaning. I wasn’t here, but the staff is very aggressive with what they’ll throw out.”
“But I left a note of in it saying I’d be back for it.”
“Yes, two weeks ago. We’ll leave stuff alone for two hours if there’s a note but not two weeks. We are not a storage facility.”
“But they were court documents!”
“Then maybe they were shredded. We’re closed.”
The guy opens his mouth again.
And finally he LEAVES!
I mention the guy to Kyle the next day to see if he remembered the dude.
“Yeah, I remember. I thought he meant for just that night.”
“Well, he pissed me off yesterday.”
“He’s got mental problems.”
“Yeah, he doesn’t know when to leave.”
“No, I mean he seriously has a condition. He got like a brain injury that messed him up.”
“Well, I’m sorry for him, but he still annoyed the hell out of me.”