it’s a closed day at the museum, yet the side door is open when we’re here, but only those who have been here before know this and it sounds an alarm to alert and then we go downstairs. simple enough. usually only people who come on closed days have scheduled appointments.
unless you’re a Jehovah witness disguised as a researcher!
then you come right in, unannounced. in the middle of lunch, of course.
i was a bit perplexed first off when i went down to see who sounded the alarm and he knew my name right from go (i realized afterward he could have easily read this from the front door). he then started in on this long-winded request, that forced me to go get my boss, as she handles the archives and then about 5 mins in goes on the mother of all tangents and brings out the pamphlets and starts down the god path.
however, i got to use my museum voice and we backed him into the corner with the chain saws before sending him on his way.
ah, never a dull moment ’round these parts.