lauralyrics (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lauralyrics) wrote,@ 2008-05-04 19:19:00 |
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A cold, dreary, not-quite-raining-but-likely-to day, so I did what anybody else in possession of a car and some loose change would do: I hied myself to the river. (That sounds a lot more Ophelia-like than I actually intended. Fear not.) I bought the Sunday paper, with intentions of reading it on the dock, but decided that it would probably rain at the worst possible moment and left it in my car instead. Thence to do some exploring along a sidestreet, and specifically to visit a new French french fry shop. (The fries are supposed to be Parisian, but I have my doubts.) In a reckless spirit, I ordered fries with curry sauce and a chocolate milkshake to go, and took them both down to the dock. Nothing like eating burning-hot french fries (chips) on a grey, dreary day by the water--it was like being in Scotland again. :P The french fries were *excellent*, the curry sauce...interesting (more like mustard dip with flecks of curry), and the milkshake *wonderful*. (It's been ages since I've had a milkshake.)
I watched the bridge go up and down (I don't know why I enjoy that so much, but I really do), and then realized that my perfect day was missing something. What else does a librarian do on her day off?? I know! She goes to the library! (Duh.)
And so I went to the library and had a slight heart attack when I discovered that my library card has the wrong address on it and an expiration date of 2003. It hasn't really expired, of course. The address is right in the computer. I just have never taken the trouble to update the physical card itself. Why, when I work at a library?
This was no comfort as I stood in the checkout line. I could visualize the whole, mortifying scene.
"Excuse me, ma'am," the nice circ person would say. "But did you realize that your card has expired?"
"Oh! Er, ha ha!" I would say nervously. "Really?"
"I can renew your privilege...hey, wait a minute. Bill, come over here and look at this!" Much muttering between staff. "Lady, did you know that your address doesn't match? What kind of game are you playing?"
"No, it's ok!" I'd say desperately. "Look, I'm a librarian! I have a membership card from ALA! Oh wait, that's expired too...no, I can explain!" And then they'd either toss me through the automatic doors, or I'd have to phone a friend for bail. I'd never be able to go back to that library again, I'd be so mortified.
So it was a good thing that they didn't look too closely at my card (which I snatched back just as soon as it was read by the laser, just in case). It was a lot of anxiety just for a Terry Pratchett novel (or two, plus the sequel to "Here, there be dragons"), but it was worth it. :) And then I went home to be jumped on by my over-eager dog ("You've been gone for *hours*! Where *were* you?")
I watched the bridge go up and down (I don't know why I enjoy that so much, but I really do), and then realized that my perfect day was missing something. What else does a librarian do on her day off?? I know! She goes to the library! (Duh.)
And so I went to the library and had a slight heart attack when I discovered that my library card has the wrong address on it and an expiration date of 2003. It hasn't really expired, of course. The address is right in the computer. I just have never taken the trouble to update the physical card itself. Why, when I work at a library?
This was no comfort as I stood in the checkout line. I could visualize the whole, mortifying scene.
"Excuse me, ma'am," the nice circ person would say. "But did you realize that your card has expired?"
"Oh! Er, ha ha!" I would say nervously. "Really?"
"I can renew your privilege...hey, wait a minute. Bill, come over here and look at this!" Much muttering between staff. "Lady, did you know that your address doesn't match? What kind of game are you playing?"
"No, it's ok!" I'd say desperately. "Look, I'm a librarian! I have a membership card from ALA! Oh wait, that's expired too...no, I can explain!" And then they'd either toss me through the automatic doors, or I'd have to phone a friend for bail. I'd never be able to go back to that library again, I'd be so mortified.
So it was a good thing that they didn't look too closely at my card (which I snatched back just as soon as it was read by the laser, just in case). It was a lot of anxiety just for a Terry Pratchett novel (or two, plus the sequel to "Here, there be dragons"), but it was worth it. :) And then I went home to be jumped on by my over-eager dog ("You've been gone for *hours*! Where *were* you?")
