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Unexpected Guest

I am writing this post before the election. I have no idea how it turns out, and this is not a political post. 

On Halloween, we were told spur of the moment that Chelsea Clinton was coming. The next day. And that she was having a rally outside on our lawn. And that Secret Service was coming to take over the building and would have things blocked off. 

First off, we couldn't figure out why out of all the parts of Colorado she was coming to see us. We have an armed guard in the library for goodness sakes! Second off, we were shocked that we were only hearing about it the day before. 

When I came into work Tuesday morning, I found this sign outside my staff bathroom. So naturally I took a selfie. I set the precedent and everyone else took selfies too by this same sign. 
Chelsea Clinton used the same bathroom I use everyday my friends! Pretty crazy. All throughout the day staffers were coming in and out. During my lunch, they came in and covered up all the windows in the break area because Chelsea might stay in there for a bit. 

Our security guard had a background check performed on her just incase she got close to Chelsea. It was pretty serious. I kept asking all day to find out if we would get to meet her, and it was an implied no. 

When the time came for Chelsea to arrive, our guard was posted by one door and had to wait there for orders from Secret Service. Those took awhile, so we all got giggly watching her. 
After many false alarms, we saw the lights of the motorcade go on outside, and then they snuck Chelsea through a maze of side doors outside to speak. We shut down the library and all headed outside to listen. 
It was really cool listening to her speak. She was very well spoken and inspiring. The crowd was really positive as well, except for the few protesters in the back. 

My favorite part though was when one of our normal patrons who comes in and gets kicked out frequently for random bouts of yelling profanities was there. He started being his usual self, and Secret Service swarmed him. It was great to see them deal with our everyday patrons. 

The event was inspiring and cool, and I'm glad that I got to be a part of it. 

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