Oh Monday, you rascal.

Category: dribblings

Today a lady came up to the circ desk to check out her book. She reached into the The Vault* and pulled out her library card.

I wanted to melt into the carpet and not have to deal with her. But I am an adult so I gritted my teeth, made the transaction, and did not scold her for being a disgusting trash-goblin of a person. I’m preeeeeetty sure my civil rights were violated somehow. I keep telling myself that God loves her just as much as He loves me.

Lord, please help that lady get some pockets. Amen.

*The Vault is when a lady trash-goblin uses her bra to hold her goods (other than boobs) so she doesn’t have to bring in her purse. And lookit, I don’t mind if you stash yo’ shit there, but I DO mind if you’re gonna do a transaction of some kind. Don’t whip that shit out in front of me. I don’t need a show. What I need is for you to hold up YOUR END OF THE SOCIAL CONTRACT.