Good one, library nerd

I was at my desk in my veal-fattening pen cubicle. I don't mean to brag, but I get a window which means that I have a commanding view of the loading dock. When the UPS truck is backing up to the bay, it always looks like he's headed straight for me, temporarily giving me the illusion that something exciting might occur that day. I also get to watch people smoke, which is becoming something of a rarity as more people find better hobbies than emphysema acquisition.

One of the children's librarians walked by pushing a cart groaning with Easy Reader sorts of books that looked to be in pretty bad shape. She told me that her arms and back all sore from weeding The Strawberry Patch. "Oh," I say, "is that it there?" I point to the books she has on the cart.

She looks utterly bemused. "What?"

"The books. Are they Strawberry Patch?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Silly me. I hear the word "weed" and automatically assume that people are talking about the removal of outdated and worn library material. I thought that Strawberry Patch was some kids' series I'd never heard of. She actually has a strawberry patch behind her house and had spent part of the weekend attempting to free it of actual weeds.