Of all the things I've been called...

So this happened a while ago, but it's worth mentioning.
A guy approaches the information desk and asks for help. He wants a book that a lot of people in his class have been requesting--the author is a university professor, this is a well-known translation, and it's a common book. However, because the text floor has unexpectedly run out, we're also short on copies. The system indicates we may have three and that it should be shelved in poetry.
I tell him this information. But, realizing I've already sent a few people in this direction, I say, "I'm almost sure those are gone. I'm heading to the second floor--I bet I can show you where a secret one is shelved."
"How is it secret?" he asks.
"Well, it's not, really. It's more about thinking outside the box. Which I happen to be good at."
I lead him to the "faculty authors" section--a section which, in all fairness, is not a category on our computer--scan the shelves, and pull out a slim volume.

As I hand it to him, he looks me in the eyes and says, "You are a Book Goddess."
Goddess.
Seriously? Go me.