Pink stalker

Help! Pink book girl knows where I live ... should I be scared? She looked in the phone book, found my phone number, and apparently even knows which bus I take to get to work. Oh joy. Let me just say that if she does decide to visit me at home, I will be very content in slamming the door in her face. When Shaw decides to finally grace my mid-sized Canadian city with phone service and I can tell Telus to kiss my ass once and for all, I think that maybe I should consider changing my phone number and having it delisted. I never really thought that people would be lonely and pathetic enough to bother looking me up and calling me at home, but that day has come, and I am none too happy about it.

Sadly I had to live without dear A for the last couple weeks while she was at camp and then in Hawaii, but she was back with avengeance today and even more spastic than usual due to the jet-lag (which she was undoubtedly playing up after I mentioned that this might be the reason that she was tired ... all of a sudden she was even sillier, laughing at nothing in particular, falling down, and talking gibberish). My favourite bit was when she started talking about her sister's Fruitopia bed, and how cool it was. A bit perplexed, I asked if this is a new type of water bed that is instead filled with Fruitopia (that you can stick a straw in and take a sip when you get bored or wake from a wet dream), and she said "no, you can fold it out as a bed but have it as a couch too", and I said, Ah, a futon. Same difference.

She also offered me a free pink Ipod (which I'll believe it when I see it tomorrow) because apparently she got one free when she bought hers in Hawaii. I really shouldn't accept gifts, but fuck, a free Ipod? Wouldn't I be stupid not to? Especially after giving out a free Ipod to the grand prize winner of my summer reading program last week, and discovering that the donated Ipod was in fact a 2GB Ipod Nano, the same one I was considering buying. The 13 year old who won was very delighted, as was his mother, who thanked me about a billion times for the prize, the summer programs, and for "always having a bright smile on when she and her son come into the library". So while it was a well-deserved prize (and made me feel warm and fuzzy), I still thought, Man - this kid gets a free Ipod and I have to pay $250 for one? That sucks! It did cross my mind that accepting the pink Ipod may be like making a deal with the devil and I will owe her my firstborn, not to mention feel bad about ignoring her when she comes into the library ... so maybe it would be better to just shell out the $250 for one of my own.