Creepy Library Patron

Today was just like any other day... actually it wasn't. My kids were driving me up the wall and I was glad to be able to go to work at the library, where I could wind down.
Work at the library is always really nice after working with kids all day. When I am working at the library all I have to do is put books in order, it's quite and I don't have to deal with patrons (I just direct them to the reference librarians). Well, being extra grateful that I didn't have to deal with people today, I just wasn't in the mood, I went on my way to work.
Now, I must say, that I am getting pretty good at putting books in order and shelving them. We have to keep record of how many books we shelve and how long it takes us and I'm proud to brag that I am doing better than I would have expected myself to do and still improving. So, I just expected for work to go by fast and steady and then to be off by 7, to do whatever the heck I wanted to do. This is how I wanted the rest of my day to go and what I had looked forward to. Little did I know what was a typical bad day would quickly become the weirdest most awkward day I have ever experienced in a long time.

So there I was in the video section minding my own business shelving my cart of videos, when I came to an aisle with a patron in it. Admittedly I was annoyed that I would have to work around him, but I pressed on. Finally it came to point where he was right in front of the shelf I needed to file some videos. I kind of stood there next to him hoping he would get the hint, and when he didn’t I decided to go to the cart and skip that aisle until he was gone. I tuned around and there was that man standing right there in a sort of creepy and awkward way. He was about 5’9” stout-looking with facial hair (it was longer than a five 0'clock shadow but not quite a beard) I would guess he was in his mid thirties. He then asked me, “Can I ask you a question discreetly?” Taken back by such a strange question I hesitantly said, “I guess.” He took me down an aisle where there was no one around to over hear him. He looked me in the eye, with sweat on his brow, in a low voice he said, “I am looking for a video that will show me how to… you know, be intimate with your wife. Can you help me?”

Is this guy for real?! Why does he have to ask me that?! First off this is a public library in Utah and I seriously doubt there would be a video showing you how to be intimate with your wife! “I am not sure we do sir, but I am sure if you ask a reference librarian they would be happy to help you find what you need.”

“But I am so embarrassed, please, please, help me just this once.”

Why did I have to have this patron today? As I wondering if he was being perverted or if he was really embarrassed, I thought I would humor him. “Sure” I said cautiously.

So I went to library catalog to see if we carried any videos on “intimacy”, and wondered why he couldn’t do this himself.
I was of course right, there was no such video, so I looked up some books on the subject and wrote them down so he could look for them if he so desired.

I took it to him and explained to him “sir, we do not have any videos on the subject, I have however, found some books on the subject, but because I am not entirely sure what you want to know I am sure if you look in the general area where these books are you will find what you need. I again urge you to refer to a reference librarian they are more qualified than I am to help you find what you need.”

“Well, what I am looking for is, well, I’ll just tell you, see, my wife is Pregnant,”

Doesn’t he get the hint; I don’t want to help him.

He continues, “she is big and well, she wants some… and… well, I don’t know how to give it to her.”

WHY ME!!! I don’t want to know this, I don’t even know him! “Well, sir, I am sure the library does have books on that topic, but I strongly recommend you asking a reference librarian for help, they would know how to locate what you are looking for.”

So I went back to shelving, it was quite awkward, but he kept standing there.

“You know what I wish they had more of; I wish they had more movies of children being abducted.”

What?? Why is he still talking to me!? He went on about how he was a detective some years back and how his daughter was abducted and it took a long time to find her, now they keep in touch through email.

Random! And again who freaking cares?!!

THEN, if you don’t think this is crazy enough yet wait until I tell what he told me next.

“you know what, I am going to tell you something, I going to tell you this because you are a women, and women have a way of getting the word around,”

Oh great what else is this moron going to tell me?

“Lately women have been getting raped.”

Lord help me.

“Yeah, women have been getting raped, by highways and in parking lots; it has been happening a lot. A woman could be having car problems and when she goes to check her car there would be a man hiding under the car and when she gets close enough he cuts her Achilles tendon, pushes her in to a car or van and rapes her. I don’t why guys get aroused by that, I know that kind of thing doesn’t arouse me.”

He then went on for some time telling me I should never park by vans or cars with tinted window and how I should always park where there is light because men are afraid of light (I was getting really creeped out). He continued to tell me of the time his brother was being mugged and how he threw up on the attacked and the attacker was so discussed that he went way and advised me to throw up if I am ever getting raped because that might make the man go away.

With that being said I retorted “well, logged and noted” hoping he would get the hint and leave.
Finally, he did.

“Well, I guess I will go and look for these books you suggested.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Thanks”

Yeah whatever!

Can I just say how much I hated that whole thing!! Why did I have to experience that? Why!! Why did that guy fill the need to tell me about his sex life and how he couldn’t give it to his wife? Why did he go into detail about that whole rape thing? WHY!!!!

I don’t know if this guy was for real or if he was being a pervert. All I do know is that I am not getting paid enough to deal with this kind of crap. How would you guys feel if this happened to you? What would you guys do? Am I the only one who thinks this not normal for a first conversation?

There you have it my friends, another horrible day that I, Wiggle, had to endure. Until next time, I hope you have a wonderful day.

The time of my life

Well friends, I just got back from the most perfect get away I have ever been on. I went on a road trip to Napa California, with Smurf, BamaBeau and Nestor. Every trip has its up and downs, right? Well, not this trip it was all up for me. Perfect.

Yes, I did fall about 3-4 times, yes we got pulled over for having only one head light on, yes, it did rain in Napa (and it was wonderful), and yes we did have to pull over along side the road because of car problems (Nestor accidentally put the car in neutral and was wondering why the car was acting weird). But to be perfectly honest, I would have been sad if none of these things happened. All of these mishaps made the trip even more interesting and great.

If you want a play-by-play I left that up to Smurf, because he is a whole lot better with his words than I am. So, be sure to read his blog.

I am from New Mexico, born and raised. Beautiful New Mexico, lots of bluffs and a whole lot of browns and some sage green, with beautiful skies. Now, I live in Utah, still some brown, but more green and huge mountains. The ways the clouds rest on the mountains are mystifying, and captivating. Having only been to Colorado, Utah, and Arizona, I was astounded at how beautiful Napa was.
I can honestly say that I have never seen such lush, deep, vibrant colors of green in one place in all of my life. Sure I have been to Los Angles when I was younger, but at that age I was just interested in the big buildings and Disneyland, probably didn’t even pay attention to the nature then.

Thursday we went for a hike on some of the hills there in Napa, the assortment of trees, the lush grass, the sweet-smelling air and over looking the vineyards, seeing the mustard plant for the fist time was just perfect. I was speechless, words could not come to mind the only thing I could mange to say were; wow, beautiful, amazing, and cool, which were all small words for what I really thought and felt.
As we went throughout our site seeing, driving, and exploring I was never tried of riding in the car with the windows rolled down and the wind blowing through my hair and just observing nature. The weather was just right. The overcast days, and the warm sunny days, all of it was great.
Spending time with my friends joking around, talking and just getting along so well, was my favorite, thing. No matter what we were doing we were having fun, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Finally Sunday came and we were going to the beach. Excited, because I had only been to the beach once or twice my whole life, I was too little remember it very much and what it was like, I had anticipated for the moment of seeing the sunset on the ocean. We arrived at a viewpoint just in time to see the sun setting, hearing the waves crashing and the smell of the ocean was overwhelming. I felt at peace and as I sat there watching the flawless painting God had painted, my gratitude for nature was starting to overflow inside of me. How is it that people say there is no God when he put signs of himself in nature? Observing and being aware of nature one can feel His presence, His love he has for us.
After taking the sacrament on the beach (that was interesting, refer to Smurf’s blog), and absorbing my surroundings, I was appreciative that I was able to go on this vacation; and wondered why in the world did I ever considered not going. Later that night I couldn’t fall asleep so Nestor and I sat on a cliff watching the ocean below us just talking about life and the gospel. I am glad I got to know her better. I am happy I got to know BamaBeau and Smurf more. I can not put into words how thankful I am for my friends; they are the greatest (if you think I am just saying that because I am their friends, you really have got to meet them for yourself). I hope I am as good of friend to them as they are for me.
I needed this vacation, and I am kind of sad I have to go back to reality and be responsible and all that jazz. Yuck!

So, yeah, that’s my version of California for you. I realize this post might have sounded cheesy or boring, if only I was a more talented writer. Someday, I want to move up to Napa; but that won’t be for a few more years, if everything goes to plan.