Unintentional stalker

I just got back last night from a chilly trip to Philadelphia. The highlight was visiting/interviewing at the PhD program in management at the Wharton School.

But even more interesting than that has been my trip to Duke's Perkins Library today. Yes, I am just that exciting of a person. Libraries get me excited even more than grad schools.

So I have a list of 13 books I need to get and I start by looking at the guide to which call numbers are on which floors. A girl about two feet shorter than me needs to look at it also and says excuse me as she moves to get a closer look at it. I realize I need to head up to the 800's on the 4th floor and take the stairs. I grab a couple of books and as I'm headed out the door and down to the 600's (in the basement) I notice that she is following me out the door. However, I'm in a hurry so I fail to hold the door for her.

Down in the 600's picture a room bigger than a basketball court full of stacks of books. I'm looking for several in the 614's. Next thing I know, this girl is saying, "excuse me" as she needs a book in the 614's also. This is kind of weird I'm thinking. I grab my books and head back down the stairs to consult the map/guide again to see where the 300's are. She takes the elevator.

We meet again at the guide where we started. Ok, this is weird. I laugh and say, "you're not headed to the 300's are you?". She says yes. We must be looking at the same topic I say. She says she's doing her PhD thesis on hunger in Latin America. I am looking for books on epidemics. We ride the elevator up to the third floor and this time we are headed to different sections of the 300's so we wish each other luck . . . and that's it. So far.