I must first confess that I am not THE actual snarky librarian…you should check out this very funny blog instead, if that’s what you are looking for.
No, this is just a continuation of the previous snarky themes here in my blog. Tonight was a doozy…
Look, with my background I am usually the first one to support science inquiry. And, “yay, you” for studying outside of school. But, no, you cannot construct a mini wrecking ball in between the shelves of the Children’s Area and block all access down that aisle…(using, mind you, stacks of hastily pulled books to weigh down the top of the yard stick) and then experiment with knocking down different sizes of books. No.
The teacher/tudor/supposed adult did not see my logic, leading me to wish I could do a few experiments in force/motion myself right then…
Also, another bike was stolen tonight. I think the image from the security camera is very nice: the bike being taken as it rests right against the sign that says, in all caps: “LOCK YOUR BIKES; BIKES ARE BEING STOLEN.” Guess whose daddy stormed in to complain about the theft? Yes, the man driving the Hummer. Can’t afford the $10 lock, huh?
Finally, we had a mom with a straggling toddler who just couldn’t seem to make it to the checkout counter before closing time (even though we do announce it over the PA system at fifteen minutes & five minutes till). OK, that happens. But then she proceeds to plop 12 DVDs on the counter along with a stack of books, some of which need to be renewed and fines paid, & oh, she has some books on hold to pick-up, too.
So, now we are all waiting. We can’t lock up until she leaves, so this other family comes walking in, saying they just need to drop off some books. Sure, OK, fine, drop your books and vamoose. But, nooooo. They now want me to find a mystery book for their tween son who doesn’t like to read and what would I recommend…
When I explain that we are now 15 minutes past our closing time and that I would be happy to take her name and get back with her tomorrow on that, she gets huffy. She strides off through the stacks saying she’ll just find something on her own.
Yeah…I don’t think so. You know, it’s amazing how dark the stacks are when you turn off all the lights at once. Yes, I am an SOB. But it felt good to do it. Tee hee!
UGH. Why are people so inconsiderate?
I see this all the time. Grrrr.
Oh, and i hope you breathed on them and shared your lovely germs.
Long ago, in a galaxy far far away, when I was a bookseller at Borders (and it was so long ago, that the company was still at that time owned by the Borders brothers, and wasn’t the large and impersonal corporation it is today), we played music all day … usually inoffensive classical music, so we could appear all highfalutin’ and such … though on weekends, when the manager with a broomstick up his butt wasn’t around, we tended to play jazz and fun music … a lot of Nat King Cole Trio, Dan Hicks and The Hot Licks, Benny Goodman, etc. On saturday nights, which I inevitably had to work, we’d close at 11pm, and people would STILL be bitching when they had to leave … but as we’d lock the door, I’d pop on a Ray Charles disc, and crank up “Hit The Road, Jack.”
A minor rebellion, to be sure, but as we were located in a small shopping mall, our music speakers also were in the aisle in front of our mall entrance … so that the people leaving were treated to that song as they walked away.
But I didn’t mind … our customers were evil, not wanting customer service, but demanding outright servitude.
Homey don’t play that game.
Don’t you sometimes miss the old days when, as a naturalist, you could instruct them to look more closely at the pretty red leaves growing on the hairy vine? People! Eek!