strangest shift ever

at the beginning of the shift, a bunch of obnoxious freshmen came in and asked us for movie selections. apparently the binder wasn't good enough, so they came back to the desk and demanded recommendations from the vault.

"we want a scary one," said the genderless one in the green shirt.
"no, stephanie doesn't like scary movies," said the girl with black hair. "do you have a funny one?"

i proceeded to walk down the dvd vault row and call off the titles of comedies.

"we have legally blonde... the court jester... the simpsons..."

each suggestion was shot down. the genderless one had an idea.

"let's watch step up 2," it said. "i have it in my dorm."

so while genderless one and a companion made the trek back to heritage, the rest of their posse decided to lie down by the 3-day checkout binder. that's right. on the floor. patrons were literally stepping over them so that they could get to the binder.
30 noisy minutes later, genderless one returned with the cinematographic masterpiece step up 2 and asked me for a room. they also asked me:

• if we were hiring (i said no)
• what book i was reading
• if emily was any good at sudoku
• why i work in the LRC
• the purpose of life

after they were safely caged in a room, i let out a sigh of relief and went back to the desk. the peace only lasted for a few short minutes, however.
it was at that moment a socially awkward-looking person crept into the LRC and slipped into room 4821, which apparently had been accidentally left open by the previous patrons. he had a green fleece jacket tied around his waist and i'm sure he wore hiking boots. he then proceeded to stare at emily and i from within the room in the chair closest to the door. he sat there and stared like a rat in a hole. every few minutes he would scamper out of the LRC, but he always snuck back in, sat in the room and stared. eventually i decided to take some action.
i grabbed wanda and held it like a beating stick, walked over to room 4821, and slowly opened the door. he jumped and stared at me with his beady, ratty eyes (i almost expected him to hiss with displeasure when the light reached his pupils).

"um... did you need anything?" i asked him.
"no," he said confidently. "the rest of my party will be here shortly."
"oh. well, you know, these rooms have to be reserved ahead of time. but if you come over to the desk, i can sign you up."
"oh. ok."

i left under the impression he was going to follow me. but when i got back behind the desk, he was gone.
i'm pretty sure his "party" wasn't really coming.