Waiting for my Family to get up...

I'm resisting the urge to post another Calliope no. 8 connection.  Too soon.  Must... resist.  So.  Reference questions(ish).

• He was about 12.  He showed me a call number that he couldn't even read himself, and said it was a book about the San Francisco Earthquake, the Golden Gate Bridge, hurricanes, or hiking.  The call number was nowhere near any of those topics.  I told him that I would love to help him if he could give me any more information at all, but unfortunately he couldn't.
• A woman changed her name and social security number, and then went into the hospital where she experienced amnesia and couldn't remember her old name or her new name.  I really didn't know where to go with that one.  I offered to give her the phone number for the local Social Security office, but she said they were a bunch of crooks and had been unable to help her thus far.
• A man that comes in regularly called me "his favorite reference librarian."  Awww.  We tried to find a poem from its last line in some of our poetry reference books, but it was nowhere to be found.  Finally, I googled the line.  Turns out it was just a part of the script for the movie he had been watching when he originally heard the poem and painstakingly wrote it down, line for line.  I think it was a bit anticlimactic for him.
• A woman wanted to know how much it cost to get a business license and a liquor license.  When I started to explain all of the variable costs depending on the business, the location, the services, etc; she lost interest and left.  Service, or disservice?  You decide.
  
• I got to welcome at least four kids to the library and help them get new library cards.  I encouraged them all to sign up for summer reading, too.  The whole lot of them were adorable and stoked to get their own library cards.
• My coworker's necklace broke and beads streamed down her body.  We scrabbled around on the floor for a while picking up beads.
• Yet another man was stoked when I told him about our automobile database.
• A woman was stoked when I told her about our downloadable audiobook service.  She wanted to learn Korean.
• Yet another question about the Sylvester's Window project.  This time, it was from an actual teacher who wanted to use the materials for her class.
  
• Internet pass.  Internet pass.  Internet pass.  Internet pass.  Internet pass.  Internet pass.  Internet pass.
• One of our regulars who had chest pains in the library last week assured me he was okay.  He apologized for scaring my coworker at the time because he had gotten very pale and was hyperventilating.  He said this sort of thing happens about every two years, so he should be good for a while again.
  

It was a strange day, all in all. 

Dave's awake now, and groaning.  Good morning, sunshine!