A patron called for this book, specifically one song in it: I won't send roses. Found it, set it aside for her, told her it'd be held at the Reference Desk.
Literally minutes later a young man came over and asked for the book. He is her brother; she is in Massachusetts, working in the theater, and needs this song. He will go home, scan it, and attach the file to an email.
Yay for high technology.
Monday, June 21, 2010
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