The librarians at a library which will go nameless (Catty Library) are forever telling us that they are far, far too busy to do near enough anything they're asked to do.
Henry was over there this morning and noticed that a pile of books in the Local History Collection had been missed in last year's attempt to make this collection onto the catalogue. He suggested that they should be boxed up and sent over to Sheep City and he'd do the honours and then get them returned. Had they any boxes?
"I can't box them up," said Mimsie, "I'm too busy. You'll have to ask Annie."
Henry had a chat with Annie, who was willing to box them up because she's Not A Professional, but couldn't get into the cellar to get the boxes. Mimsie had the key.
Mimsie couldn't open the cellar door so's Annie could get the boxes as the caretaker's been made redundant on the grounds that the caretaker in the Housing Office next door could do both buildings. So she went next door, found the caretaker, got him to accompany her down to the cellar, opened up, showed him where the boxes were, watched him take them upstairs, locked the doors and went back up to tell Annie where the boxes could be found.
"Next time, I'll remember to take my own fucking boxes," muttered Henry.