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This isn't a sucky customer story but it is decidedly strange. Please, Mods. if you feel this belongs elsewhere feel free to move this post.
A few years ago we had a memorable time by visitors to the Library. They arrived right on time. They were friendly and polite. They were also wearing white clothing in a style vaguely resembling that worn in West Africa. We'd seen folks like these before and knew who they were. They were members of a religious and cultural group in the neighborhood. Without exception, folks from this group were delightful researchers. We were always happy to see them.,
They came in as a couple. She was his student. The man spent some time helping her select material for her research on ancient Egyptian deities. He made good choices, offered us a pleasant farewell and left. So far, so good.
At the time, we had the practice of shutting down the Library for an hour at lunch. It gave everybody the chance for a quiet hour before opening up for the afternoon onslaught. We also had the practice of alerting researchers 15 minutes before our closing. At the appointed time, I went over to tell our reader that we were going to close. What I saw made my jaw drop.
The Lady was sitting with her head tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth working soundlesly. She was enveloped in a magnificent red and gold silk shawl. That could have been enough to give a Librarian pause but here was more. The Lady's arms were folded across her chest and she was holding a real Pharaonic Crook and Flail.
Really, how can you tell someone in communication with the Neter that it's time for Lunch?
A few years ago we had a memorable time by visitors to the Library. They arrived right on time. They were friendly and polite. They were also wearing white clothing in a style vaguely resembling that worn in West Africa. We'd seen folks like these before and knew who they were. They were members of a religious and cultural group in the neighborhood. Without exception, folks from this group were delightful researchers. We were always happy to see them.,
They came in as a couple. She was his student. The man spent some time helping her select material for her research on ancient Egyptian deities. He made good choices, offered us a pleasant farewell and left. So far, so good.
At the time, we had the practice of shutting down the Library for an hour at lunch. It gave everybody the chance for a quiet hour before opening up for the afternoon onslaught. We also had the practice of alerting researchers 15 minutes before our closing. At the appointed time, I went over to tell our reader that we were going to close. What I saw made my jaw drop.
The Lady was sitting with her head tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth working soundlesly. She was enveloped in a magnificent red and gold silk shawl. That could have been enough to give a Librarian pause but here was more. The Lady's arms were folded across her chest and she was holding a real Pharaonic Crook and Flail.
Really, how can you tell someone in communication with the Neter that it's time for Lunch?
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