A co-worker of mine passed this story about robot shelved library stacks around the staff e-mail list today. The key line with this story is: "Robots making out in the stacks: 0."
When I worked in the Stacks until 11:30pm my sophomore year, I came across people making out all the time. More than that, I came across people actually having sex in the stacks. The first time it happened, I freaked out and ran away. After the second and third time, I had no trouble disturbing the paramours I came across. It was actually fun to see them jump when they were caught.
But a note to all those would be booklovers. Find a dimly lit, rarely used area for your escapades. Anyone can catch you if you're bumping and grinding against the central window in broad daylight.
Also, pick-up after yourselves.
When I worked in the Stacks until 11:30pm my sophomore year, I came across people making out all the time. More than that, I came across people actually having sex in the stacks. The first time it happened, I freaked out and ran away. After the second and third time, I had no trouble disturbing the paramours I came across. It was actually fun to see them jump when they were caught.
But a note to all those would be booklovers. Find a dimly lit, rarely used area for your escapades. Anyone can catch you if you're bumping and grinding against the central window in broad daylight.
Also, pick-up after yourselves.
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I work at a university library, which makes a little bit more sense than a public library. Apparently making out (and having sex) in the stacks is on a lot of people's "To Do in College" list.
I find the make-outs kinda cute, but the sex makes me wary of touching the books in those areas.
Sigh...I have a confession to make...when I used to work for a library, I worked in the Technical Services Dept, and it was housed in this old building which was actually the original old branch in that part of the city of Toronto. I met my now husband working there, and um...sometimes we got a little passionate down in the basement amongst the Talking Books. Just some heated kissing, mind you! Thankfully those books never talked!