Is the Writing on the Wall?
I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when one of the Library Assistants came back and told me a man was asking for me. Was one of our regulars looking for me? Had a friend of mine stopped by to say hi? Nope. I walked out to the front and the LA pointed the man out to me. I didn’t recognize him, and he asked, “Is this Josh?” I asked what I could help him with, and he told me that he had just received an emergency phone call and needed to fly home immediately. “Could you help me get a cheap airline ticket?” he asked me. I told him there were websites where you could find and purchase a cheap ticket and gave him some URLs. “Could you actually order the ticket for me?” he asked. I told him that was outside of what we usually do. “Well,” he said, “that’s okay. I can do it myself.” Then he thanked me and left.
Now, here’s the thing: if he didn’t know who I was, if he had never met me before, why did he ask for me? Has someone put graffiti up in the bathrooms? “For help with the internet, ask for Josh.”
