I’ve been reading this webcomic called Questionable Content. The characters are witty and always saying funny things and having weird stuff happen to them. And I love the comic, but it seemed semi-contrived. Then I took a look at my blog posts here and just, you know, my life and realized that it might not be as off base as I had initially thought.
Here’s my latest example: (It came right after a guy talking to me about the library putting some kind of grid into the books so he could not read them properly. The man went on about this in a low voice so I didn’t catch every word but at the end, in the hopes that he would leave, I told him I would pass along his concerns. Then he looked at me as if to say, “I know you’re lying.” It was a fun moment.)
Anyway, I’m doing my thing at the circulation desk on the second floor (near the adult room fyi) when I hear an odd noise coming from the public stairwell. The stairwell is a large open space with a wide spiral staircase featuring long steps with a low rise–they look very impressive but are not so fun to walk on. So, I’m reading during a lull at the desk when I hear what, upon reflection, sounded very much like a Didgeridoo.
The didgeridoo is an Australian instrument that looks like this (image courtesy of wikipedia):
If you don’t know what they sound like, I would suggest going to The Didgeridoo Store and listening to the fourth sound clip which talks about “tightening and loosening your lips.” That is the kind of sound I heard emanating from the stairwell. (The other clips are pretty cool too.)
In retrospect I should have made the connection before rehashing all of this with “Julie” but I just didn’t and that’s the way it is. So, after hearing the didgeridoo sounds, an exuberant man exited the stairwell.
“The acoustics in there are amazing!” he exclaimed happily. “I want to record in there one day.”
I smiled and nodded. The acoustics are pretty cool although I must admit I had never given them much thought. I set the guy up with a library card and he made his exit. I think he was mentally stable and, based on my very short encounter, he seemed really nice and kind of cool (yeah . . . I know).
So the guy leaves. I go back to my book. Then I hear the Didgeridoo sound again. I resist the urge to go and investigate and just enjoy the show as it were.
About a half hour later, I go to the children’s room where Julie immediately asks me, “Did you see Didgeridoo Man?”
At which point I mentally slapped my forehead and thought “Of course!”