Monday morning ewwww

A shelver brings a Grateful Dead DVD "Truckin Up to Buffalo" to the desk. "It's a bit filthy," he says. "It was stuck to the other DVD." The Dead DVD, which has only gone out 9 times, was covered with what might be crushed, possibly pre-salivated lollipop.

Which reminds me of the coworker who had to buy the library a new copy of a book of Margaret Atwood poems because her boyfriend threw up on the first one after a night of binge drinking.