He's in the family room, half dozing over his evening scotch. He's feeling pleasantly sluggish from the football game and the beer. His team won. Now the kids are watching their latest favorite show. He's not paying attention, hears the voices drift in and out. Some silly sci-fi something. Some group of quirky, not quite normal eccentrics, out to save the world. Snatches of dialog drift in.
"Who are you people?"
He snaps awake. The memory comes back. The one that has mystified him all these years. Oh my god! They're real! I met them!
It was 2000. I'd gotten one of those Marriott timeshare offers -- 5 nights in a deluxe villa near Disneyworld for some ridiculously cheap price. The only catch was that before you left you had to sit through the hour-long sales pitch. Why not? We like Disneyworld. We'd bring Marian along. We'd be polite during the pitch. Hell, maybe we'd even buy in after all (this was just before we found Lynn's dreamhouse).
The villas were quite nice and the vacation was lovely. By the time we entered the sales office on the morning of our departure we were in a mellow mood. We weren't inclined to buy, but we were willing to have them try. It was all relaxed and low-key. First a video, then we sat down with the very nice, professional agent. He asked us questions about our likes and dislikes, trying to sort out which of his categories to slot us into. No, we didn't golf or ski. No watersports. More interested in cities than mountains or beaches. He flipped through the album of pictures of the various properties.
He started to talk about financing options, but Lynn stopped him. "If we do this, we'll probably just pay cash." An eyebrow went up. We could see him mentally recalibrating.
So do you travel much? Quite a bit, actually. And is that for business or pleasure? A pretty even mix of both.
And what do you like to do when you're traveling?
"Have lunch," said Lynn. He looked confused. I elaborated, "If it's a day when neither of us is working, we'll sleep late and then try to find a nice place for a leisurely lunch. Then maybe a bit of sightseeing or a museum. Find an interesting restaurant for dinner and then maybe a local dive bar for drinks and some live music. That'd be kind of a perfect day."
I could see that we weren't making this easier for him. "So where have you been in the last year?"
"Oh, let me think... Chicago, Cairo, New Orleans..." (It had been a particularly busy year). "London & Paris, Vancouver... DC, Charleston, Bucharest..."
He looked back and forth at the two of us as we sat quietly smiling at his perplexity. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I have to ask, what do you do?"
Without missing a beat, and in perfect unison, we said, "We're Librarians."
We didn't buy, but we left content with the knowledge that we had rearranged his impressions of librarians forever after. I do hope that he sees the show and thinks of us.
I know the members of my tribe are split on the merits of the show but Lynn and I rather love it. Some of my favorite lines: