Chester

When I wrote my post about the patrons who made me love my job, I forgot about Chester--mostly because I hadn't seen him for a while. I told Robin this and she said "I think he deserves his own post anyway." Chester is absolutely adorable. He's about 8 or 9 and just as friendly as can be. The other day when I saw him, he had a borderline mullet. I told him he needed a hair cut. He said he agreed. I pulled out a pair of scissors and offered to cut it right then. He just giggled. Today he is wearing a terribly stylish ensemble: a tie dyed shirt and plaid shorts. Last week, he gave me a paperclip he had found "to keep your papers together." Instead, I put it on my ID holder. It's my favorite piece of flair.