Scott

Scott needs to shave.
Scott the librarian is so pale he is translucent. You can nearly see through him. It's nearly eerie except he's kind so if he's a ghost, you'd have to call him Casper. Only, Scott is very much a live, and even a little bit of facial hair looks like too much on someone that pale. Clumps of gold all over his face as he checks my fines and, upon seeing that I might be a little in trouble, clicks the override button for all the items I might be fined.

Whenever library fines magically disappear, or I'm riding he bus for free, or receiving a book voucher from the receptionist for this semester's text books even though my loans are in default, I remember that it's always a blessing to have friends in high places.

And high places are usually just on the other side of the counter.