liberry story #56
Category: dribblings
so the other day i’m at the circ. desk, and this guy is checking out books on tape, and he hands me his keys because he’s using the keychain card. so i take the keys and they’re heavy because also on the keys is one of those drummer wrench things? you know? a drum key?
for those of you who might not know, it’s this metal thing drummers use to tighten the heads of the drums. like this:
so i scan the card and hand him back his keys and say something like, “hey, you’re a drummer.” just trying to make conversation you know? he looks at the drum key and then looks at me and he says to me he says, “yeah. do you know a drummer or something?”
gobsmacked.
i was so mad. i couldn’t answer his question of, “do you know a drummer?” i just stared. no kidding.
cos if i had responded? it would have been terrible. i was on the verge of being all, “excuse me? do i know a drummer? what, i can’t be a drummer? cos i’m a girl? is that it?! i’m just a dumb ol’ girl who can’t keep a beat because my giant ovaries get in the way? WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, DRUMMER BOY. i know plenty of drummers, and not a single one of them carries their drum key around like it’s some kind of magic talisman, okay? you know why? because they’re REAL drummers. in REAL bands. they keep their drum key with the rest of their drum shit cos they don’t need to show the world that they play drums. you’re not a real drummer! you’re just some guy who played drums in high school and now you carry your dumbass key on your key chain! you and your assumptions and your posing, poser drum-key-on-your-keychain make me sick! GOOD DAY, SIR.”
look, i’m not saying my anger made sense okay? i’m just telling you how i felt at the time. i was angry that his question was immediately, “do you know a drummer?” instead of “oh, are you a drummer too?”
if you’re a guy? you might be all, “now what is she going on about?” but if you’re a girl i know you know what i’m talking about. it was the assumption. it just… ooh it just burned me up.
4 Comments
No, I could definitely see that, and I’ll bet that’s exactly what he was thinking. Probably didn’t help that you work at the ‘brary, though. I mean, no doubt there’s some hip librarians out there (well, duh), but I expect if you drew a Venn diagram for “drummers” and “librarians,” you’d need a magnifying glass to see the overlap. I think it’s all the shhh-ing. Drums and “shhh!” don’t really mix.
Of course, I don’t know how the fabulous cheveax de Grover fits into that worldview… You probably should have kicked his ass on general principals, verbally and/or physically, just in case. Probably had it coming for something or other.
Y’know, you never actually hear anything about giant ovaries, socially. I mean, people have all sorts of characteristics associated with big testicles and/or penii, usually tied to machismo/courage/chutzpah/whatever. But what do a big ol’ pair of ovaries get you? Aside from an inability to play percussion, I mean.
And… Yeah. I should be in bed now.
i know, right? i have blue hair! i was way more punk than that guy.
as for giant ovaries, you’re right. no one ever brags about ovaries. girls, we need to get on this.
“and not a single one of them carries their drum key around like it’s some kind of magic talisman, okay?”
I hate drum keys. They poke into your leg iffn you have them in your pocket. Not to mention its fifty-‘leven times worse if they are on a keychain. Freakin’ idiot…
ha! see?! proof from a REAL drummer. i knew it.