- Category: Jake Epp Library
- Published: Thursday, 14 February 2019 13:54
- Written by Aubrey Walker
We love that people love our library. We love that they come in and feel at home, and comfortable. Sometimes we have to remind people that keeping their shoes on is probably a good idea (you don’t know the things this floor has seen), or wake someone up when they’re snoring exceptionally loudly, but we’re okay with that. We love that you are comfortable here because it means we’re doing our job of being a safe and welcoming space for you. On rare occasions though, someone makes themselves a little more at home than we’d appreciate.
Today we ran into an example. A staff member was out in the stacks, looking for a book. Sometimes books stray from their spot on the shelves, out to seek adventure in the grander library. Perhaps a fiction book chooses to dally in the non-fiction section for a time to see what true wonders exist. Or maybe a juvenile book has had enough of everyone treating him like a kid, and wants to go see what the adult fiction world is like. We know this, and have devised many clever ways of finding them.
Our book sleuth was out and about trying to track a wayward book today, and when she came to the shelf where it should have been, she spotted shells of sunflower seeds on the floor. Curious, she followed the trail, and eventually came to its end with a small mound of them at the end of the stacks and a few scattered on top of the books on the bottom shelf. She knelt and peered under the shelf that they were sitting beside, and what she found came as something of a surprise. She spotted something glinting in the darkness, full of silver and promise. She tugged on it, and out came a piece of aluminum, which, once fully excavated, proved to be an empty chip bag of some sort. She bent down again and looked, and came back out with several used Kleenexes. Again and again she delved into the depths of the under-shelf, coming up with something each time, until around her was a mini treasure trove of empty snack receptacles, complete with Bear Paw wrappers, chip bags, chewed gum, and other unidentifiable recyclables. Finally, in her last deep dive, she came up with gold, the book she had sought.
It was, in the end, too ironic not to share.
Yes, please make yourselves at home. But not like, HOME, where you leave your dropped leftovers on the floor and hope your dog eats them. The type of home where you’re still kind of a guest and put stuff in the trash where you’re done with it. THAT kind of home.