And I quote

Transcript of a conversation I had with a patron last Friday afternoon. If I wasn't already completely insane, I think people like this would drive me to it.

Me: "Reference. May I help you?"

Her: "Help! Help! Help!"

Me: "....??"

Her: "This is [annoying person's name]. I just received a lovely box of gifts for Mother's Day, and it's full of styrofoam packing peanuts. I've been working on it for half an hour and my living room is full of them. Do you have any advice for me?"

Me: "You need information on .... how to dispose of them?"

Her: "How to get them out of the box! They're adhering to me. I guess I must just be electric!"

Me, failing miserably in my duty to serve: "I don't know what to tell you."

It never ceases to amaze me what people call the library for. And people say this profession is becoming obsolete. Who else would you trust to provide foam-peanut-unpacking information?