"Can I scan your library card, please?" I asked.
"Don't have one."
"You don't have it with you?"
"I don't have one at all."
I paused.
"You just turned in a book to us, right?"
He nodded.
"So, at some point you did have a card, right?"
"It was on my wife's card," the man said. "Use hers." And he then did that familiar, dismissive hand-gesture toward our computer's monitor, the international sign language for "Just make that dealie do the deal."
Funny because it's true.
1 comment:
Yep, he was about to secure himself a place in the book of Patrons Who Don't Have a Library Card and, Furthermore, Plan to Throw a Shit-Fit Tantrum when Confronted by the Fact that they WILL be Needing One.
That is freakin CLASSIC! Thanks for a belly laugh
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