A girl began rifling through the cut up scratch paper and stubby golf pencils that are kept in boxes on the ref desk so that patrons have plenty of...ummm...paper and pencils. "How much do these things cost?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said, a bit taken aback, "It's free."
"It is?" She was psyched. I looked at her more closely. Was she putting me on? I mean, it's not like this is an ice cream shop, so our freebies shouldn't cause too much joy. But she was chuffed and announced loudly to her sister that "All this stuff is FREE!" She loaded up on golf pencils and cut-up, outdated flyers until her mother finished doing her thing in a different part of the library. Mom made a halfhearted attempt to get her to put everything back, pointing out that they had plenty of paper and much better pencils at home. Her tired tone suggested that they had had similar run ins before. Mom caved and they left with the girl carrying her booty, still remarking on the cost-free nature of today's take.
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