for Shondaland

The man standing in front of the Reference Desk asked for a guest pass for the public computers and then leaned forward conspiratorially. “Have you seen the original ‘Star Trek’?”

I printed the pass and shook my head. “I haven’t. Are you looking for the DVDs?”

“No,” he said. “You look exactly like this really sexy actress from the show. I mean, she was on the ‘Hottest Women of Star Trek’ list. And you look just. Like. Her.”

He was leering now, staring at me hungrily, with unearned intimacy. He had a disheveled, vaguely Steve Bannon-esque look to him and appeared to be in his late 50s or early 60s (continued)