To really understand the humor and extent of what happened yesterday requires me to go into depth and conversations that would just take too long for me to explain fully in a post. It's probably a story best told over a drink, so if you want the whole thing.. you're gonna have to buy me a drink I guess. 🙂

Yesterday I stopped a kid from stealing magazines from the library. My initial response was one of frustration that turned into one of these wonderful anxiety attacks that I seem to have during stressful situations. I got his information and then I let the kid wait it out while I went and tried to find my boss, not because I needed her for this, but because I needed to chill out a bit, and I thought she would appreciate being a witness to this guy's complete stupidity. He was coming up with excuses about how "he didn't know how they got in his backpack" (the covers were ripped off of all of them), all the way to "I'm holding them for a friend" (they're not drugs, you don't "hold" a library's magazines for a friend).

By the time I got her, and got back to the kid, it was obvious that the wait had just made him more nervous, while I was now completely calm and prepared to handle the situation – and it was two against one now, which made him pull even further back from fear until he was basically unable to really talk. Mumbling and staring at his feet, fidgeting, his hands shaking, we got everything out of him that we needed, including the name of the guy that was with him that bailed at the first sign of trouble.