(I apologize, but I need to vent.)
Jesse the pervert hobo is back.
He's still looking at porn at the public computers but now he locks himself in the men's room at closing time, to do what the horny homeless do. He even left a sizable biological sample the other night. It was discovered by the 16-year old page, whose job it is to check the restrooms at closing to make sure that they are empty and the faucets are turned off. She's still upset about it, and rightly so.
No one else seems to be willing to deal with him. My manager shrugs it off, saying, "Oh, well. That's just what he does. We can't really stop him." and the library director basically ignores the problem. Must be nice up there on that ivory tower. (Oh, wait, I'll give credit where credit is due. She did once suggest he buckle up his pants.) The rest of the librarians give him warning upon warning. Patrons complain.
And yet, he comes back every single day because he is a piece of human filth - probably crazy, perhaps dangerous, definitely degenerate. He drags his garbage bag into the library, steals paper from the printer, sits for hours looking at porn while sitting next to minors, and then diddles himself in the restroom. He has no regard for anyone else, no shame. I don't not want to hear about the plight of the poor downtrodden homeless - the man clearly isn't suffering.
So, yesterday, by the time he arrived for his nightly fix, I was tired. I was cranky. I had answered what felt like a thousand reference questions, I had wrangled with malfunctioning computers, I had listened to hours of crying children, I had hunted for missing books...I was at the tail end of a very long day. In other words, I was ready.
He tries to shield his monitor with a newspaper, and is quick to click out of porn when he sees me coming. He thinks he's so sneaky but unfortunately for him, I'm smart. I came up behind him and then got right in his face. I stood over him, deathstared him the best I could and, in a very low menacing voice, said
"Either you leave now or I call the cops."
He feigned innocence.
"We've had complaints. Leave or I call the police. Choose."
(But there will be no warnings next time.)
And yes, I always carry a protective tool (or three) because the homeless are not exactly harmless.