The guy's crisp-ironed suit and Hollywood smile made me think he was destined for political office rather than librarian.
"I'm Doug," he said with a wink.
His name even sounded political.
"Paige," I said, just to be polite.
"Are we in the right place?" a young woman clutching a tissue asked timidly, but at the same time, the wooden door behind us burst open.
A woman of about forty stood just inside dressed in a smart pant suit and high heels. At least three-inch high heels. The twinkle in her dark eyes gave no indication that she suffered in painful silence.
"You are in the right place, and on behalf of the entire staff, I'd like to welcome our Junior Fellows summer interns into the Jefferson Building of the Library of Congress," she said.
She held the door while we filed inside w
