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| - Normally I have a strict policy against leaving the house on Saturdays due to all the people out running their errands and running over whoever gets in their way, but this morning, Captain Douchebag next door decides to fire up all his power tools at 7:00 a.m., so I thought, what the heck....I'll go out and knock out the stuff on my list.
I had already had a bad experience at Target. Grabbed a cart, which happened to come with a dirty diaper! WTF is wrong with people? Then I got behind a woman who kept trying 14 different maxed out credit cards and it took me forever in the check out lane. I am not having a good feeling at this point. I should have gotten a breakfast burrito and immediately gone home. But I had one more stop that I really wanted to make.
I had a book on hold at Hamilton Library that I needed for a class, so I thought I'd swing in there a little after 9 and pick it up. Now, I am the first to admit when I'm wrong, and at the time I truly thought their Saturday hours were 9-5. I walk in, find my book, and start using the self-checkout. Suddenly I hear, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!?!?!?!?"
Uh.....this is a library....I'm not sure what else I'd be doing.
"WE ARE NOT OPEN! HOW DID YOU GET IN?!?!?"
I pointed to the door that I always come in, and said, "The door right there."
An older gal who has the same hairdo Priscilla Presley had when she married Elvis, proceeded to totally attempt to make me feel like an idiot.
"YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT!"
"Do you mean I can't take the book I just checked out?"
"DID YOU SEE THE SIGN OUT FRONT? YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!! ARE YOU FINISHED? OUR HOURS ARE 1-5. YOU NEED TO GO DOWNTOWN!! WELL GO AHEAD!!"
"I'm truly sorry if I startled you, but don't you open at 9?"
"THAT IS THE DOWNTOWN LOCATION ONLY! THERE'S A SIGN OUT FRONT! WE ARE NOT OPEN!"
Her diatribe was filled with many sighs and eye rolls. Oh boy. Her Monday-Friday job must be with TSA.
Then I said something that's just as dorky as saying, "oopsie daisy". I said, "Jiminy, I didn't mean to upset you. Sorry."
Jiminy. Oh yeah. Who says that? I'm a dork. She caught me off guard.
Maybe it's because in my day job I frequently have to correct people and I do it in a way that's friendly, at times humorous, and educational so they actually learn. It's not rocket science, but yelling at and berating people doesn't really tend to work very well.
Normally I find this location slightly frustrating anyway. I've learned to avoid the peak high school comings and goings, but they put up a one way only sign for the library parking lot, and if you follow the sign, on weekends, it takes you to a locked gate. Makes no sense. So, I have to turn around and go against the one way, which everyone else does anyway because the entrance/exit is right on Arizona Ave.
As I left, I realized I should have asked her, "Who left the door unlocked?"
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