"Are you ready to leave?'In the library I was shelving books. The question came from my boss and was directed at a guy standing by the check out table.
"No, I'm not ready to leave. I'm waiting to check out these books.
"You can holler at either one of us when you get ready," said my co-worker, who was also shelving and rearranging books.
"No," the guy said as he turned with a scowl, "One of y'all needs to be behind this table all the time to work."
Hearing voices escalating, I moved to the table to hurry this guy out the door before things got crazy.
"Man, we have work outside that table, too," retorted my co-worker, getting louder.
"You'll check out my books first."
"STOP!" exclaimed my boss. "STOP IT GUYS. NOW!"
"Shut up your worker's smart mouth first," mumbled the angry customer under his breath.
I quickly and calmly checked out the books and showed the guy out the door, hoping that he and my co-worker would not cross paths soon. For the first time in a while the library was dead silent.
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