You know how much I love the random and unexpected. I am often delighting in it and compelled to share it like I did here or here.
So here I am again, sharing what must be told, if only because I love the way it maxes out my random meter and makes me laugh.
I was subbing down at the Monument library and my coworker casually said that there was something alive in the book drop.
I thought that was so cryptic....something alive? Are the books rustling? Did she hear a squeaking?
This is what I peered in to see:
What IS that??!!
Can you appreciate how funny we thought it was that this creature was crawling all over the book Wild? I love that so much. I started laughing and shrieking and oh-my-goodnessing it in that hand-flappy way like I was 13 all over again.
So we had our coworker John take care of it. Naturally. And just as I turned my grinning self away from him he pretended to stick the little pincher on my back and made me scream like the easily startled teenager I always was. (Who am I kidding? I still easily startle)
John is probably close to twenty years older than I, but in these few moments of random hilarity, I felt like he was my little brother and I was the melodramatic older sister.
I love working in a job where you just never know what you'll find. I love working with people who will make the fun stuff fun, and I love that these long-buried bits of our childhood selves come out like a burst of crazy string in the middle of an ordinary day at work.