It never fails...there's one weirdo every day that comes into the library. Last week it was the barefoot guy who wanted funny children's books...I gave him Captain Underpants and a few more. He saw we had beanbags and sat down and read for 3 hours in the children's section...weird.

Today...it was the weird kid. You know...the one that talks about nonsense and just generally acts weird...the kind where he just hangs around and there are awkward silences because, hello...I'm trying to work, but he keeps interrupting to tell me how he is good at chess but bad at checkers and to ask if we have transformers books...when we don't he informs me he is a collector.

I don't know what it is about a public library that attracts weird people.

And yet...one little girl made up for all of that. She was too shy to ask for help, so her mom brought her up to the desk and asked for books on unicorns. As I was searching the catalog, she told the girl that every single book was listed in the computer.

I ended up finding her a few nonfiction books, probably ones her mom would read to her. Then I took her to the Easy books and handed her two more books...you should have seen her face light up as she whispered "Thank you." That's what makes me do what I do...the sheer joy of a child.

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