Naomi and I are frequent patrons of our local library. Tis a fabulous place! Why pay for books or magazines or DVDs for that matter when they are all there at the library? So, we stopped by last night because I have a couple of things that were due...uh...well overdue actually. ONLY BY ONE DAY! Yes I know, so typical of me, but let's move on.
I go and pick up the items I have on hold (the second best thing about the library is being able to put unavailable items on hold now before you forget what you wanted to check out) and then I hunker down at a tiny table in the kids section so Naomi can reinact "The Land Before Time Parts 1-18" with the basket of dinosaur toys they have.
While I'm sitting there I can't help but overhear a conversation between one of the librarians and this kid (he was probably in junior high) and his Dad. Now I probably never would have noticed them or their conversation if it wasn't for the fact that the father had one of those voices that cuts through the air and grates like fingernails on chalkboard. This fact was made even more apparent by the fact that he was in a library and talking very loudly on his cell phone. It was if he had never been to a library and knew the "shhhhhh" rule. More on that fact later.
His kid it seems, needed what I gather to be an autobiography on either Alfred Tennyson or Miguel de Cervantes (the dude who wrote Don Quixote, don't worry I never knew the guys name either) and of course he needed it tomorrow. Mind you we were at the library at 7:00 on the evening so his time was running out. Nothing like waiting until the midnight hour.
The librarian was explaining to him that they didn't have either autobiographies at this branch (there are like 15 branches) because they hadn't been check out in years and due to the limited amount of space at their smallish branch they had been put away in storage. The father at this point had finished up his deafening cell phone chat and asked the librarian, "Can't you go get it out of storage?" Mind you, he wasn't being gruff or mean...he was actually serious. She explained that no, that wasn't possible.
She then offered to look and see if one of the other branches had it and could have them hold it for them. They of course said yes. She tracked the book down and asked them for their library card number so she could give it to the person she was going to call to put the book on hold.
Library card? Who? Huh? What? You need a library card to get books at the library? So the librarian explains that that's no problem she can get them one she just needs some proof of residence. The father starts his next sentence with, "Well our family has lived in this area since 1972..." Again, he was not being rude, he was serious. The librarian interrupts him and tells him a driver's license would suffice.
Now remember how I said it seemed like this guy had never been in a library before? I think what he said next confirms that. He said, and I quote:
"Now how much does it cost to rent the book here?"
My work here is done.