Granite

 A patron described the color of their car as "granite" when making a curbside pickup appointment this week and it absolutely broke Chillest Coworker, who collapsed into horrified laughter. I don't know why this was the thing that finally got to him, but it was.

Curbside at Walnut Bluff

Colors patrons have told us their cars are:

-Bronze

-Champagne

-"A purplish blue, but it will look black." 

-"I say it is green but my husband says it is gray."

-"It's a really janky white Monte Cristo. You will know it when you see it."

Walnut Bluff residents' favorite activity: Calling us to make a curbside appointment and telling us they will come in Car A. Showing up for their appointment in Car B and being really mad that we don't telepathically know it's them and bring their stuff out.  Walnut Bluff residents' second favorite activity: Waiting in the parking lot without calling/texting to tell us they came in a different car, then shouting their information at us when we go out to bring out someone else's holds.

We have three signs on our front doors saying that our building is closed. Literally every day, I see multiple people come up, pause, read the signs, and THEN pull on the door handle to try to come in.

Reasons people park in the curbside pickup parking spots:

1. It's the shadiest spot in the parking lot

2. They are visiting the apartment complex across the street

3. They are cleaning their car/changing a flat tire/eating their lunch/making a phone call

4. They plan to get out and come inside the library

5. They are here for a curbside pickup

I definitely do NOT hit my head on the bike rack of a patron's car when I am closing their trunk. Nope, not even a little bit.

I find a 'curbside bingo' on the internet. The space that hits home the most is 'you and patron disagree on color of patron's car.'