If someone had told me 10 years ago that "one day kid, you'll have a hard-on for a library. A fervent desire so strong, that you just have to share it or otherwise harm yourself in the process," I would have punched that person in the face. But then again, 10 years ago I would have probably been passed out in my own vomit on a strange bedroom floor. Dreaming. About libraries.
The staff here is courteous and pleasant, even when I walk up to the counter with the maximum number of media at 845pm when they close at 9. The last time I did this (inadvertently, I'm never an asshole deliberately) the college-ish girl at the counter had a "fucking guy!" look on her face but still smiled a toothy grin. Since then they have alleviated this issue by supplying self-checkout scanners and assistance for those who need it.
Spring Valley Library branch also surprises me EVERY TIME with their diverse music selection. Celine Dion lives a few jewel cases down from Cannibal Corpse, and Norah Jones two clicks away from Nile.
Who would have thought CDs could hold so many fingerprints? It's like a damn crime lab up in there!