Working at the Antietam Branch, on the day after Christmas, when I get a phone call. It's an older lady, by the sound of her voice, and she wants to renew her library books. I do the regular procedure, asking her library card number, what books she wants renewed, when they're due now, etc. Anyway, I'm finishing up and she asks the following question:
Senior Citizen on Phone with Plenty of Life in Her: "Excuse me, but what's your name?"
Me: (Thinking she's going to thank me for my timely manner in which I renewed her stuff) "Me? Tony."
SCoPwPoLiH: "Tony, eh? You must be new"
Me: (Not wanting to go into the whole smeal about how I go from library to library) "Well, I'm here some of the time."
SCoPwPoLiH: "Well, you have a lovely voice. It sounds sexy. I wish that Santa Claus left you under my tree last night. Mmhmm."
Me: "Umm..."(Not sure what to say next)
SCoPwPoLiH: "Here's hoping you're the library next time I come there." (She hangs up)
So apparently the sound of my voice drives the ladies wild, but they're half a century older than me. It was pretty disturbing really. I feel slightly used.
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Ha ha ha--that is like how only the balding, middle aged, overweight guys find my attractive. What a great story! Merry Christmas!
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