Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Miss Information is annoyed by bodily functions

A patron asked if he could have a tissue. Miss Information said sure. It's been cold and the fellow's nose was visibly running. Ew, dude, you could have used your sleeve. He helped himself to several but instead using one to wipe his nose (which would have helped!), he decided to explain why he'd asked. (Miss Information is a smart woman. Also, she has eyes.)
 
See, he usually brings his own but today he forgot. He has bad nose bleeds, see, so he likes to have a bunch of tissue just in case. Yeah, so sometimes he needs to go to the hospital and get his nose cauterized but it's not as bad as it used to be. They can cauterize without sticking a big metal tube into your nose nowadays. Well it's still pretty gross. Oh and yeah, he has to be really careful when he clips his nose hair because sometimes he accidentally clips part of his nose and that's not good. Also, when you're plucking the hair out of your ears you should be really careful that the hair you're plucking isn't connected to a nerve, because he did that once and it was really bad. So you should just get someone else to trim the hair instead. Also there was this one time he slid down a slide that was wet. Boy that was almost a bad situation. He could have gotten really hurt. Fortunately, the slide was plastic, not metal, so he didn't get hurt. 
 
Miss Information has no clue what the slide part is about but she nods and smiles--which is hard because the man's nose has been running thoughout the entire conversation even though he could wipe it at any time because he's got all that tissue. Again, ew.

2 Comments:

At 6:27 AM, Blogger Blogg...er said...

I love your blog. 😄 (Also a librarian)

 
At 10:36 AM, Blogger Dr. kold_kadavr_flatliner, MD, the sub/dude said...

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