Gremlins in the stacks
On a day when our national leader reaffirms his commitment to a permanent deficit and when his followers move inexorably toward phasing out the once-universally accepted protective safety net for retirees, it seems a little trivial to trot out my own tiny problems.
But this one is inexplicable.
I've been somewhat surprised to find a strong interest among our patrons in the activities of those on "the other side." I have not experienced apparitions, voices, or sundry other visitations from other dimensions. At least until now.
Either we have a poltergeist (which I will quickly exploit as a marketing vehicle) or some individual has a compulsion to "straighten" things. I wouldn't want to make light of what can be a debilitating malady, but we have a visitor who is clearly obsessive-compulsive and cannot tolerate anything found out of its place.
Like the poor soul who must flick every light switch five times before departing a room, this visitor finds my housekeeping habits unacceptable.
We have a lockbox in the parking lot where the local metropolitan daily drops off its papers. To save myself a few seconds each day, I leave the padlock attached, but hanging unlocked during the day. That way, I can deposit the leftover papers at day's end without pulling out my keys each time.
But, about every other day, just before closing the store, I head out to the box to find that someone, gremlin or not, has secured the lock.
Like I said, it's a tiny thing. But if anyone has a clue as to how to appease this ghostie, drop me a line.
But this one is inexplicable.
I've been somewhat surprised to find a strong interest among our patrons in the activities of those on "the other side." I have not experienced apparitions, voices, or sundry other visitations from other dimensions. At least until now.
Either we have a poltergeist (which I will quickly exploit as a marketing vehicle) or some individual has a compulsion to "straighten" things. I wouldn't want to make light of what can be a debilitating malady, but we have a visitor who is clearly obsessive-compulsive and cannot tolerate anything found out of its place.
Like the poor soul who must flick every light switch five times before departing a room, this visitor finds my housekeeping habits unacceptable.
We have a lockbox in the parking lot where the local metropolitan daily drops off its papers. To save myself a few seconds each day, I leave the padlock attached, but hanging unlocked during the day. That way, I can deposit the leftover papers at day's end without pulling out my keys each time.
But, about every other day, just before closing the store, I head out to the box to find that someone, gremlin or not, has secured the lock.
Like I said, it's a tiny thing. But if anyone has a clue as to how to appease this ghostie, drop me a line.
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