Wierd Patron Sightings

I'm not about to go so far as to record and index all weird patrons at the Library, like Tales from the Liberry does (Gawd, I love the Liberry's Purple Nun). But, occasionally there are moments when one must comment.

Today, there are THREE sets of Mormon missionaries (clean-cut young men who arrive in pairs, wearing white shirts and ties) hanging around at the Internet terminals. It's very odd. Looks like a re-creation of life in the 1950s. Perhaps there will be some cool 50s fin cars parked out front if I look.

I always want to ask these young men how far from home they are, or if they live here in Saskatoon and are just shirking their missionary duties by hiding at the Library. Jim's pooka friend Charlie grew up as a Mormon and then left the Church before the missionary period - hence, Charlie, Son of Perdition.

I love that word, perdition. Lostness. Lostitude. Lostfullness.