(This stranger than fiction story is from the archives - enjoy!)
A patron called this morning to see if we had a microfiche reader with printing capabilities. After flipping the switch to see if the archaic machine still came to life, I told the patron that we had a working machine, but the printing capability was iffy, as the thermal printer hadn't been engaged in years. He said he would be in shortly.
Not five minutes later, a no-nonsense ex-military man reported for microfiche duty at the reference desk. How could I tell he was ex-military? He was dressed in army green from head to toe and had a camouflage day planner.
I led him to the machine and turned it on. As I was showing him how to manipulate the magnification and glass plates, he put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Are you a citizen of the United States of America?"
My customer service smile slowly faded as I cautiously replied, "Yeeesss?"
"Would you be willing to testify if necessary?"
"Well, um..."
"Because I'm about to bring up classified documents on this reader. Only citizens of the United States of America may view this information."
"Well, I'm just going to show you how to work everything and then I'll leave you to it, okay? I don't need to see what you're looking at."
"But if you do see it, I need to make sure you're a citizen of the United States of America. It's a matter of national security."
"Then yes, I am."
"Okay, then! How does this baby work?"
After he settled in and inserted his microfiche in the reader, he realized he needed change for a dollar, so he went up to the front where we keep a cash register. And he left the classified information on the reader screen, in perfect magnification and alignment for any non-citizen of the United States of America to read.
If that's not a breach in national security, I don't know what is.
A patron called this morning to see if we had a microfiche reader with printing capabilities. After flipping the switch to see if the archaic machine still came to life, I told the patron that we had a working machine, but the printing capability was iffy, as the thermal printer hadn't been engaged in years. He said he would be in shortly.
Not five minutes later, a no-nonsense ex-military man reported for microfiche duty at the reference desk. How could I tell he was ex-military? He was dressed in army green from head to toe and had a camouflage day planner.
I led him to the machine and turned it on. As I was showing him how to manipulate the magnification and glass plates, he put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Are you a citizen of the United States of America?"
My customer service smile slowly faded as I cautiously replied, "Yeeesss?"
"Would you be willing to testify if necessary?"
"Well, um..."
"Because I'm about to bring up classified documents on this reader. Only citizens of the United States of America may view this information."
"Well, I'm just going to show you how to work everything and then I'll leave you to it, okay? I don't need to see what you're looking at."
"But if you do see it, I need to make sure you're a citizen of the United States of America. It's a matter of national security."
"Then yes, I am."
"Okay, then! How does this baby work?"
After he settled in and inserted his microfiche in the reader, he realized he needed change for a dollar, so he went up to the front where we keep a cash register. And he left the classified information on the reader screen, in perfect magnification and alignment for any non-citizen of the United States of America to read.
If that's not a breach in national security, I don't know what is.
2 comments:
I just can't even handle this... haha
I think this one is my favorite so far!
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