TeenPatron: I, ummm… I need to find a book.
Me: Do you know the title? (thinking dewd needed me to look it up on our handy-dandy computers)
TPatron: No. (laugh) Umm… I need to find a book because… (pause, looking to sky for answer) something that won't make me drift off, because I can't pay attention when I read.
Me: (blink – turns to real reference librarian, quickly passing buck) Doyouhaveanyideas? (I dared not take a breath, lest he pass the buck back)
RRL: (with a look that said either "Thank you!" or something unprintable) Well… What kinds of books do you like?
TPatron: Umm. I don't know. Maybe military? I just can't pay attention when I read…
RRL: I can't help you with that.
RRL took dewd back to the military books. He started in Vietnam, moved on to World War II, then wound up in books about gangs. The last I saw he was back in one of the military genres, after RRL left him to browse around on his own.
You have to wonder, was this a teenager who had to do a book report and was desperate to find something easy to read, or did he genuinely have an attention problem and want to remedy it? If the latter, how did he get so far in school without someone seeing he needed help?
Is this dewd our future? Scary.
I soon lost sight of him, getting busy with other things. I'll never know if he found a book he could read without drifting off. I'm torn between aggravation and pity. It takes some guts to say "I can't read books," but it could imply a potential lazyness, too. I tend to assume the latter, but the more I thought about it the more I wasn't so sure.
Hopefully he found something, regardless of his intentions.