Two stories (one sick, one hilarious) from the St. Paul Pioneer Press:
“‘There are the occasional doozies â€” such as the woman who called to say her son had gotten a notice his books were overdue, and she wanted us to know that he was deceased and that the books were locked in his apartment because it was a crime scene. Turns out she had murdered him herself.
‘Or the woman who came in with half a dozen books in the back of her son’s stroller. She apologized for keeping them out past the due date, but the baby had come early and she had been too busy to bring them back before now. The librarian asked how old the baby was, and she pointed to the child in the stroller and said: ’2.’ ‘”