tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post7725077557681760016..comments2024-03-27T22:32:32.190-04:00Comments on Granny Sue's News and Reviews: A Day in the Life of a LibrarianGranny Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-45356577030719910232008-01-27T19:10:00.000-05:002008-01-27T19:10:00.000-05:00Awesome, Aaron! I love your imagination. You need ...Awesome, Aaron! I love your imagination. You need to write more, son of mine.Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-18040787761352026482008-01-26T20:15:00.000-05:002008-01-26T20:15:00.000-05:00Love the story, anon (my favorite author), especia...Love the story, anon (my favorite author), especially "paying the Bills."<BR/><BR/>and it's a late comment but sincere, anyone so good at fixing things deserve great credit! I don't know how I'd do with greasy parts in the kitchen. . ., so I guess there's "extra credit" due there as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-90657714738634795312008-01-26T19:43:00.000-05:002008-01-26T19:43:00.000-05:00Sue, your day makes me tired just to read. You ar...Sue, your day makes me tired just to read. You are phenomenal. I do want to see the story you could make from the trash can incident!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-71815273719320440192008-01-26T14:56:00.000-05:002008-01-26T14:56:00.000-05:00I am thinking along the lines of "film noir". Her...I am thinking along the lines of "film noir". Here is my version...<BR/><BR/>The night was darker than a revenuer’s heart. I heard the car screech to a halt. Then there was the scream. Not a usual scream, but one with a pitch usually reserved for calling dogs. I checked on my friend. I keep him close to my heart, actually down and to the left. My other friend is in my sock, but enough about that. Then I saw it, a pair of legs sticking out of the trashcan. A normal set of legs, normal for a Rockettes lineup. Then I saw the goons, basked in the glow of the streetlight. This would have been fine had they not seen me first. They opened the argument with a poorly placed shot ricocheting to my right. My friend is an eloquent speaker. He answered back with a three arguments of his own. Just then I heard the engine gun and one goon jumped in the car. I ran to the scene just as the car exited stage left. In the silence, I was left to gather my wits. It was then I realized I had company. Two goons were resting quietly at my feet. They didn’t feel much like talking so I pulled the dame from the can and looked her over. A little ruffled, but none the worse for wear. She looked like a cross between Jean Harlow and Joan Bennet. She was the kind of girl that could break your heart, or maybe your arm. The dame was hysterical. Dames usually are. I introduced myself as Spencer Magnum, professional snoop. She asked, so I took the case. She looked like a case herself, but times are short and money’s hard. And I got to pay my Bill’s, especially Bill, my bookie, and Bill, my probation officer. <BR/><BR/>ChickAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com