Today I discovered the magazine Passenger Terminal World, which is a monthly look into the facinating world of airport passenger terminals. In the issue I found there were such articles as "Philadelphia Opens New Terminal!" "Duty Free War Wages On!" and the hard hitting expose "Tough Tags! A New Generation of Demanding Printed Baggage Tags Provides High Reliability and Lower Costs!" Sadly, I am not making any of this up. E-mail me if you want a subscription card for it.

Today Kristine and I went to Marshall Fields on our lunch break, and while looking over the directory noticed that "Neck Wear" was on the second floor with other men's clothing. It was at this point that Kristine told me that I had to go up to a sales person (of her choosing) and ask, "excuse me, where's your neck wear?" She found a nice looking gentleman, and I proceeded to ask, "Where's your neck wear?" "Like ties?" he asked. I shrugged, agreeing. "Around the corner." We found some stunning bowties.

So I was walking to work this morning, and I passed my local Amoco station like usual. As I passed, a delivery guy got out of his truck, put the gas nozzle into the tank, and then proceeded to start doing yoga on the pavement next to the pump. That's right, full out yoga. This was not a guy just stretching to touch his toes; he was doing lunges, warrior pose, downward facing dog! He was doing it all! I'm not sure if he considered the hard concrete pavement, or if his hands would get dirty, but he was really going at it. Then, a minute later he got up, took the nozzle out of the tank, got into the vehicle, and drove off in the large Sam's Wine & Spirits truck. Further proof that no matter what your schedule is, you can always make time for yoga.

Yesterday in the library an older man had appeared to fall asleep in the reading room while reading a book. His head was down on the open book and he didn't seem to be moving, which led me to believe he might have died. When I pointed this out to the head of readers services he said, "Eh, give him another couples minutes. If he doesn't wake up I'll wake him up." "...Or you'll call an ambulance!" I added. He didn't think it was as funny as I did. In any event, after laying there for about 40 minutes the old mans wife came over, nudged him, and he went back to reading his book. No ambulances today.

Always trying to be a good librarian...found this article about a library book returned 94 years late to be very funny. Of course, that might be because I'm a dork.