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Well, do ya punk?

Today, I almost had to get all kung fu with a librarian.

It all started when I placed the books I was returning on the counter . . . just where one of the librarians told me to put them the week before. A different librarian -- decked out in the standard officious librarian garb of steel gray hair, a long flowing dress, and bifocals hanging around her neck on one of those jeweled cords -- hurried over to stop me.

Officious Librarian: Returns go in the slot in the hallway. If you leave them there, they might not get entered back into the system correctly.

This was said with no small amount of condescension.

Me: Oh, I'm sorry. This is where one of the librarians told me to put them last week.

OL: I seriously doubt that.

Say what? Did she just call me a liar? Liar, liar pants on fire?

Me: I'm happy to put them in the return slot, but actually, yes, I was told to put them here last week.

The Officious Librarian then muttered something under her breath that I didn't catch. Which was probably just as well. Because I may look like your typical soft suburban mom/writer, but I could've have taken that librarian down.

At least, I'm pretty sure I could have . .

Posted 15 February 2005 at 01:17 PM