A routine encounter devolved into madness, as is often the case here at work. Weird stories force themselves on me whether I like it or not. I usually like it.
In this case it started with a routine request: “Can I use a computer?”
Within 10 seconds the patron had interrupted my reply (yes, you can use one) to say “I need to speak with the Director right now. I don’t know if you’re aware of how often you use the M sound, but I find it highly sexual-sounding. I’m not here to be harassed by you–or anyone else, no offense.”
None taken, I assured the patron.
“And that computer over there, computer M? I want it out of here too, for the same reason.”
The computer is still here and I have not yet changed my speech patterns. You could not make this stuff up.
In fact, if I ran into this story in a book I’d probably think the author was trying way too hard. That he just tried to find the most random, crazy thing possible, and it probably wouldn’t be convincing.
But I looked into this person’s eyes as it was said, and I was convinced.