Minerva was coming to terms with the new camera tripods we had just purchased as teaching resources when the circulation desk telephone rang. It rang several times as Minerva fought to get the tripod into a position where she could set it down.
Minerva was asked if she was busy as usually she answers on the first or second ring.
“No, not actually busy… more that I had one leg open.”
My laughter erupting from nearby caused Minerva to rethink what she had just said.
“It wasn’t my leg, it was the tripod’s leg!” she explained to her caller, digging her hole deeper with images of a bad 1970s porn movie.
By now we were both in hysterics, and Minerva was not helped by her caller’s wistful reply, “We are never going to be able to swap jobs are we?”
Beware the Librarians.