I normally am thrilled when my patrons not only search for things on their own, but spell those things correctly. But when the man who successfully typed "Machiavelli" into our catalog is around 20 and wearing a bathrobe, at noon, after an indeterminate period of time in our computer lab, I am mildly concerned about his intentions.
I offered to order the book he wanted from a nearby affiliate who did have it, since we didn't, but he declined, explaining he had no library card, and instead wandered the stacks for about an hour.
***Update***
After about an hour and a half away from the library, he has returned. On his way to the computer lab he stopped at the ref. desk to ask me a question.
"When you hold the door open for a woman," he began.
"Not touching it," I responded, both hands in the air.
"No, really, just what side of the door do you stand on. Do you push it and let her through, or go through yourself and hold it behind you?"
(That's not a direct quote, what he asked had fewer words and more pantomimed gestures.)
"I go through, unless it's for my wife, in which case I generally push the door ahead and let her pass before I do."
"Yeah, 'cause marriage, it takes precedence ya know..."
He kind of trailed off there. A guy who was with him this time (but not before) rolled his eyes and asked if they could go on.
"Yeah," bathrobe said, "just trying to make a point."
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