Forgive me if I've vented before....it happened again today.
A patron came and complained that our Internet was broken. I checked and the research desk computer was working. Let's see what's wrong. The gentleman walked over and clicked on the IE icon. The library's homepage came up. "See it just goes to the library." He closed the browser and repeated the action. 'Yes sir, that's the library's webpage. Where are you trying to go? Okay, put the Victorias Secret address in the address bar.'
On meat farms....
DS1 when he was 3-6 years old would puzzle people. We lived in Italy and he loved to watch butchers or fishmongers prepare meat. We were wandering the streets in one town and he stood and watched as the butcher prepped a whole sheep. The butcher kept telling us that nothing exciting was going to happen. It didn't matter, our son was fascinated by thechnicality of it.
He's now a line cook in a fine dining restaurant.