This week OFL has been staffing the stacks entry station. On Wednesday, she looked at my i.d. card and said "oh yes, it's Mona Lisa smile again," referencing our last conversation. As I cranked through the turnstile today, she held on to my i.d., staring at it. Then she drew a deep breath: "If you ever get your new i.d., you should see if you could save that picture." She made careful scissor motions with her fingers around the blurry shot. I told her I'd save it for her, and I was a little surprised when she looked at me like I was such an idiot and handed it back to me.
"No," she said, "you need to give it to your mother. We love those kinds of things." I didn't bother to mention that MY mother prefers photographs with discernible images. Instead I returned the sympathetic look from the other librarian who has to work with her all. day. long.