A sad and unusual incident
A few days ago I worked at one of our branch libraries. This is a small library that serves a highly diverse community that is facing many challenges. I've personally witnessed problems in this community manifest in the forms of poverty, gangs, drugs, illiteracy and neglect. It's a tough place, but all the staff at the branch do a wonderful job, and go out of their way to learn people's names and make the library a welcoming and safe environment for everyone. Whenever I'm in charge of a branch I haven't been at for a while, I make sure to read the incident reports that have been filed since my last visit. Usual problems involve children and teens who are loud, disruptive and/or aggressive because of boredom or possibly drugs. Other incidents included unattended children left at the library and minor vandalism.
This day, something unusual happened. Shortly after lunch, a patron approached the desk and advised me that there were fish in the sink in the men's room. I checked, and someone had plugged the drain of the sink with a wad of paper-towel, and there were two gold-fish swimming in it. I went to the staff room, found a Ziploc container, and then returned to the men's room where a I coaxed the fish into the container. I tried to make sure that the water was room temperature and that the lid was ajar so they could get air. One of the ladies who work in the circ. department volunteered to adopt them, but when it was time to go home, they were dead.
This day, something unusual happened. Shortly after lunch, a patron approached the desk and advised me that there were fish in the sink in the men's room. I checked, and someone had plugged the drain of the sink with a wad of paper-towel, and there were two gold-fish swimming in it. I went to the staff room, found a Ziploc container, and then returned to the men's room where a I coaxed the fish into the container. I tried to make sure that the water was room temperature and that the lid was ajar so they could get air. One of the ladies who work in the circ. department volunteered to adopt them, but when it was time to go home, they were dead.
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