Ghost of a Chance

Story Sent in by Stephanie:

On our first date, Jack asked me to meet him at a library. I didn't think anything of it at first: it was a central location, and I assumed that from there, we'd head to dinner.

Instead, he took me into the library, led me to an aisle of shelves, and said, "Wait here. I just have to use the bathroom."

He hurried into the neighboring aisle, then poked at books through the shelves so that it looked like they were falling off, into the aisle I was in, by themselves. Yep. Scary.

After doing that for half a dozen or so books, he came back and said, "Okay, I just went to the bathroom. Ready to go?"

"Yes," I said, without referencing the book thing. He looked at me as if he really wanted me to mention something about it, but I thought it was pretty silly, so I opted to ignore it. As we left the library, he asked, "Anything strange happen while I was gone?"

"Nope."

At dinner, he said, "They say that library's haunted. What do you think?"

I replied, "I don't believe in ghosts."

"You didn't see a ghost knocking books off of shelves while you were there?"

"Nope."

He inhaled and exhaled loudly, as if transmuting exasperation into rage. Once more, he asked, "You saw no books falling off of shelves while you were there?"

"No."

He said, "Fine. This will be the only time I pay for dinner, ass-bitch." He called the waiter over, paid the check as quickly as he could, said, "Good night," and left. What a relief!