The library I work in is scheduled to move into a brand new building come next summer, which all of us who work here are very excited about. One resulting issue from this is what to do with the old building. To some, it is a very ugly, lime green tribute to 1960's architecture. Nonetheless, it's still in decent shape, and the library administrators are endeavoring to sell off this valuable piece of downtown real estate. Rumor is that Peterbrooke Chocolate is the latest interested party, which seems a fate far cooler than is likely for this building.
This afternoon, I was to host a program in the 2nd floor auditorium. This was eventually cancelled, as the instructor failed to show up, but that's another story. In the half hour before it was to start, I paced on the small stage thinking of opening remarks. As I was doing this, the door opened and two men entered: one of the library administrators and another prospective buyer. He came in and showed off the brick walls and unusual light fixtures and did this for about two minutes before they finally left.
The interesting thing about all this is that the entire time they were in the room they never once acknowledged my presence! I mean, it's not a big auditorium, by any means. They just walked in where this librarian was standing on the stage and they went about their business. Combined with the absent instructor, this could seriously give me a complex. Maybe I blended into the background, or perhaps they thought there was always a librarian on the stage of the auditorium.
It would have been funny if, after a minute of the administrator's pitch, the buyer said, "OK. If you throw in the guy, then it's a deal".
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You deserve better treatment than that, Agent Moseley. You're worth at least $1.50/lb.-- David P.
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