Tonight in the lending library we were discussing our Wednesday plan for processing the books I purchased last week from New England Mobile Book Fair. One clerk said he’d go up to the 2nd-floor balcony at 1PM and bring down one of the four boxes from that purchase that’re temporarily stored there.
Because I have a librarian’s meeting next door at the infamous Walpole State Prison, I reminded him of this by saying that I wouldn’t be in until 6PM because “I have to do Walpole.”
Instantly, another clerk chimes in: “Wow, that’s a lot of guys.”
Nothing like setting yourself up. “I have to do Walpole.” Right off the turnip truck.
I’m glad I surround myself with literate people who have a vulgar turn of mind. The fun we have….