Library Punk

jb already knows this story, but I thought I would share it here as it is a fairly amusing story, as far as library stories go. Last night, I got a call from a woman who wanted me to page her son. I told her that we are not allowed to page unless it is an emergency. She said it wasn't an emergency, but she really needed to talk to him. Being at the desk with someone I would really rather not spend an entire hour with, I told her I would look for him. I asked her if she knew exactly what he was wearing. No. But the she gave me a description that made me think that I would be able to find him easily: he was sporting glasses and a mohawk. I did kind of giggle a bit inside at the unlikely combination and then went off to look for him. I searched every corner of the library and security officer Dave even helped me for awhile, until he spotted someone with his head down on the desk in the quiet study room. He abandoned me there. I guess he had to go and check to make sure that this customer wasn't dead. Anyway, after circling the library twice, I had to go back to the phone and tell the woman that I did not see her son. I did add that I saw a few kids with glasses who were wearing hats. "Of course," she said with a laugh, he must have been wearing his baseball cap (hahaha--after all that walking and searching and careening, that description was no good). Fortunately, she thought I had already done enough and I didn't have to fight with her about there being nothing else I could do for her.

Inspired by this event, this morning after writing my 1719 words (I now have 21,129), I drew this cartoon. I was thinking back to the punks of the 80's who were very pasty and gaunt and hung out at the McDonald's on Hennepin in Uptown. They were a people that could sport the mohawk and wear it proudly. Now any suburban kid that comes to the library thinks that he can wear a mohawk (even though I don't see them all that often). 80's punks would have never ever worn a baseball cap. Baseball caps and mohawks should not go together. *shudders* Unfortunately for my punk, I think he ended up looking a bit like Clay Aiken who could never ever get away with a mohawk.