King Kong

We used to have this really great children's librarian.  She was in charge of me when I first started working there, and she made my job so much better (working at a library ROCKS but it's no fun when you have mean people telling you what to do, trust me).  She was fun and easygoing and really understanding.  And one day, she had scheduled an event for kids / teenagers with a guy who either wrote or illustrated, I can't remember which, a comic book about King Kong.  Or something like that.  This was years ago.  Unfortunately, sometimes these things don't really draw a crowd, so there were two geeky (and I mean that in the most loving way possible, as a fellow geek / nerd / what have you) boys in the meeting room.  So she asked me to stop what I was doing and please come in and sit there, too, to beef up the crowd a bit.  I'm actually laughing as I type this because I hardly thought this one tiny weird looking chick was going to make it into a "crowd" but I wasn't arguing.  I was getting paid to sit there.  It was just as well no one showed up because neither did the guy.  How lame is that?  He blew off a library!  Anyway, when we were still waiting, she was flitting around, looking to see if maybe he came in and didn't find the meeting room, and at one point she got so flustered, right before she walked out of the room to check again, she said, "I don't know where he is.  Who knows.  Maybe King Kong got him."