Last night at work a man came in and asked for books on 'knot tying' for his son, who is a Boy Scout and wants to practice for a badge. I had a vague idea where such books might be (600s?) but thought I would make use of technology and typed 'knot tying' in the catalog as a keyword search. My surprise at the results must have been evident, because the man asked "what?" before I could tell him what was on the screen in front of me.
Twelve books on gay marriage. Yep, that's right. For some ungodly reason, the catalog read 'knot tying' as marriage, and took another step to specify 'gay marriage.' I knew that this was not what the poor man wanted, so I fooled around with the search a bit and walked him over the the shelf and the books. Before he left he wanted to know, really, what was on the screen, because I hadn't told him when he asked the first time.
I told him. He was cracking up all through the checkout process and out the door.
[Photo: my daughter is in the tiara. These are the neighbor boys, who cross dress rather well, don't you think?]