It’s not every day that you’re asked to leave the library. I wasn’t doing any harm. No shouting, arguing about overdue fines or practicing my own version of the Dewey Decimal System. Julie Andrews and I were quietly spending some time together before I picked up DH from work.
But there was a dimness to the light I didn’t notice as I sat next to a wall of windows. An annoying electronic beeeeep punctuated the silence.
The power had gone out. No storms thundering overhead, but it’s a brand new building, so I assume two wired crossed. Or didn’t. We were politely asked to leave. My main concern was checking out “Home” by Julie Andrews and “The Story of Edgar Sawtelle” by David Wroblewski, but it was handled manually by the librarians.
Where have you been asked to leave?by