I just went to the library to check out a few more books and recheck some great ones that I'm almost finished with, and of course, Steve is working. He sees me walking in the door and says (so loudly that I'm sure the woman in the far back corner in the magazine section can hear), "Michelle!! How ya doin little Misses?" Well, I have to say that yes, I love the greeting, but the attention from all the strangers I could do without. "Why ya gettin' so many books today? Bored?"
"Nope. Just going to Alaska! Gotta have something to read when you're on vacation, or it's not really vacation, right?"
"Right-O. I'm so glad you told me that, so I can think of you all next week when my shirt sticks in the hundred degree weather." Steve is like 50.
"Bye Steve." I laugh. How could I help it?
Got to love the library.