I had an epiphany a few days ago. When I mentioned it to Ann, one of our Library Assistants, she gave me a wise, knowing smile, but I had never thought of it before.
At the library, calling patrons to notify them that we are holding reserved books for them is like doing laundry at home; it’s a never-ending tale. Just as I finish washing every dirty sock and sheet there is in my house, I change into my pajamas and stare dejectedly at the no-longer-empty hamper. In the same way, when we think we have called every reserve there is, a patron walks by and slides the latest by James Patterson into the drop.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that the patron brought the book back! And chances are, someone else will be happy when they get the call that they’re next on the list.
But it’s still just a little bit sad to see that lone book on the shelf.