Uffda. I suppose on top of being a pillar of the community responsible for helping your fellow students maintain their caffeinated sanity, you probably had unwelcome advances from would-be suitors as well? I can only think of one patron who awkwardly approached me with any kind of romantic overtures. Be forewarned: flirting with your librarian means you will be silently judged by your reading habits.
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Yes ... I was a bit of a captive bird that way sometimes.
I picture the following sleazeball stereotype:
leans casually on counter, combing over-greased hair
I like my baristas the way I like my coffee. Hot.
wink and finger guns