Pink books

And so another person is added to the entourage. A is 11 (but for most of the day I thought she was at least 14 until she told me her age), has braces with green elastics, a fairly pronounced lisp, and seemingly has a lot of time on her hands. She spent the whole day pretty much watching me work. Sometimes she just rides the bus around for fun, telling the bus driver that her family is moving to a particular neighbourhood and she wants to see the houses in that area. Oh, and her latest project is to read any or all books in the library that are pink. She doesn't care what they are about, they just have to be pink. People like A make me laugh, because when I first started this job, my friend tried to convince me that the only kids who I would meet at the library would be the geeky, friendless kids who have nothing better to do than spend whole days at a time at the library, and I swore up and down that the "cool" kids would also be here. But as it turns out he is right, and there are a whole lot of losers that come to the library. They are sweet, nice kids and I would rather they be here than the meth addicts, but the fact is they are still losers. I can say this because I may have been a loser, at one point in time. Of course I'm not any more, because I'm now a cool librarian.