You never know who or what you will encounter on a daily basis in the library. I was picking up stray books and noticed a man wandering aimlessly around the biography section. I asked the gentleman if he needed any help and he asked to see a book about King James 'the man who wrote the Bible'.
Instead of correcting the misnomer, I made the mistake of trying to banter with the gentleman when I interjected my own factoid regarding his mother Mary, Queen of Scots. He asked who she was and I told him an abbreviated tale of Queen Elizabeth and Mary's ultimate fate.
He took one look at me, raised his pointed finger, backed me up against the wall and started poking me in the forehead yelling 'that's murder, that's murder'. Apparently, "Mr. Moat" forgot to take his anti-psychotic medication that morning.
