OK, is it really too much to ask someone to use their own library card? Honestly?
I had this little old lady come in a couple of weeks ago who used her sister's card to get on the computer. That's a no-no. So my children's librarian told her, "You need to get your own card." Which the lady did.
Well being as I'm not stupid, and have little faith in my fellow man, I put a stop on dear old sis's card rendering it useless for logging on to the Internet.
Sure enough, the little old lady tried to use the card again and just couldn't understand why I wouldn't reactivate the card.
Now honestly, am I the bad guy? It's her sister's card - it's sister's responsibility - so sister needs to haul her scrawny ass down here and get it fixed herself.
God I'm such a bitch. I'm surprised the Library Police don't revoke my license.
Well, that's if librarians had licenses. Which we don't.
Anywho, I'm on my lunch break when my children's librarian asks me if my ears are burning. Turns out the little old lady was chatting it up with the guy on the computer next to her and every other word was "manager this" or "manager that."
Ah, sweet, sweet validation. All this time I just thought I was an irrational bitch. Now I have proof.
And yes, I know I haven't been talking about books lately. I should be able to report on Vanish by Tess Gerritsen tomorrow. Hopefully. Barring anymore run-ins with senior citizens.