curled up in a chair reading Eragon.
A woman after my own heart! I smiled as I watched. Her face was so intent on the book you could hardly tell she was a grown woman, not a teenage girl fantacising about fighting alongside the hot, blonde hero.
After watching her a few minutes I decided I'd better tell her I was here. So I manuvered myself so I was approaching her from behind. And for some weird reason, decided I would jab my fingers into her rib cage and say "boo!" I don't know why I did it. I mean I just met the woman and didn't think I really liked her enough to scare her. But, I must say, her reaction was priceless!
The quick motion and short word elicited an earpiercing squeal, three second flight, and the best look of terror I've ever seen! Which of course, also brought five librarians and at least half a dozen patrons to see what the comotion was and shush my terrified companion. I deffinately hadn't expected that. And as I was trying to explain myself and apologize, one of the librarians, I think her name is Drill Sargent Helga. You know her, the one who loves to freak everyone out and make sure the library is 1 silent as the grave. 2 clean as a whistle. And 3 that all the books are not only arranged by isbn, dewy decimal and color, but that they are all in prestine condition. And heaven forbide you be the last person she sees holding a damaged book! She'll have you library card suspended, your driver's licences revoked and you house forclosed on. Know who I'm talking about now? Well that, of course, had to be the person who discovered that, because of my harmless little game, Eragon now lay in 5 different pieces on the floor.
Great, now I'm in HUGE trouble!
Luckily, Madeleine didn't appear to be too mad at me and came to my defense. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry. That was my fault, I should have been holding that better. Let me pay for that .How much do you suppose the damages are?"
Helga wasn't having that. Now it weas my turn to be terrified. "Nine! You vill not pay! Ze book vill be vorked for and zis wenig Mühe Maker (little trouble maker) is no coming beck to zis Bibliothek (library) again. And if she dos I vill have her arrested! Ve do not vant any Mühe Entscheidungsträger (trouble makers) here!"
What in the World is this woman saying! I started to panic so much I couldn't breath anymore. Then all of a sudden the people started to part. Hark do I see a pink bubble? Yes! Here it comes, closer closer! Tis Galinda the good to the rescue!
"Anna what's wrong?" The new librarian asked with a concerned look on her face that made me think of a four year old that is seeing her mother cry for the first time.
"Zis wenig (little) vorm is scaring patrons and ruining books! I am srowing her out!"
"Oh dear." Galinda frowned and turned to face me. I got a sinking feeling the good witch wasn't going to be helping me today. I felt so condemned in fact I wasn't even surprised Galinda could understand the Sargent. "Sweetheart I think you'd better tell me what happened."
I made an attempt at swallowing back my fear and darted a glance at Maddie. "Well, you see, uh. I was here taking a class. And, well, my stepmom was waiting for me. And, when I got done in my class I went to find her and she was reading..."
"A good sing to do!" Helga (Anna) thundered.
"Well yeah I know," She's making me so nervous I can't remember if I'm innocent or guilty! "I know reading's a good thing. But she was so wrapped up in her book she didn't see me..."
"So you frighten her!"
"Please, I don't think Kylee was trying to be mean." Madeleine was trying to defend me, but her statement just made me feel worse. Nevertheless, I jumped on her it and went into pleading mode with the encouragement of Galinda's compassionate smile.
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