Me: "Can I help you?"
Her: "Do you have any books on cortex?"
Me: "Cortex?"
Her: "Yes, it's my cultural heritage."
Then she walked away. But she wasn't really walking away, she was walking around the massive desk area that I sit in.
At the farthest point from me she whispered loudly, "Did you find anything yet?"
I waited for her to come back around.
Me: "Are you sure it's the cortex that you want?"
Her: "Yes."
Me: "Well, we have books that cover the cerebral cortex."
Her: "No, just find anything you have that has to do with cortex."
Me: "All I have is the cerebral cortex."
Her: "Ok, Where is that?"

I gave her the call number and she walked away. I thought maybe she meant Cortez, but he's a guy, not a cultural heritage. Unless you're related to him.
But she didn't really have that Spanish conquistador look about her.
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