While waiting in the computer center at the library the gentleman next to me started to extol my beauty. It was fun to listen to, at any rate. When he left, he passed me the following note:
Pardon my intrusion just a while ago...but it would not have been proper of me to leave your presence without acknowledging your beauty.... I won't ask your name because such a timeless cherishable beauty like youreslf needs no additives like so. Tell your hubby that your timeless beauty and his wife were honored today.
MoBob's response? "C'est romantique."
Southern gentleman or creepy library denizen. At the Berkeley Public Library a patron asked my sister about an overdue book. While she was explaining the lending rules he leaned in close and whispered "kissy-face". Unfazed, my sister walked away hoping he understood when the book should be returned. Needless to say, Paul and I whisper "kissy-face" to each other usually apropos of nothing.
I love libraries!