On a book website I visit, a person had the following story. I contacted the writer and asked if I could post on LISNEWS. Posting at the other site was titled: What a mean, mean librarian.
I took my niece to the library today to work on a school project. When
we were finished, she asked me about getting a library card. I told
her I couldn't get her one, and that her mom or dad would have to
bring her back to get one. And then I told her they may not be able to
since they just moved to that city and haven't changed their addresses
on their licenses yet, but that i'd ask about that for her. So, I went
up to the librarian and this is how it went:
"Hi, can I ask a question about getting a library card?"
"Is it for you or the girl?"
"Well, it's for "the girl", my niece, Olivia"
"You can't get one for her"
"I know that, but I just had a question"
Well, I was fingering and looking at a library card application on the
counter, so she felt the need to say:
"And don't think about taking that home and filling it out and coming
back with it. I won't take it. Her parents have to bring her in and
fill it out in front of me. That form doesn't leave my counter"
I was so frustrated at this point, that I said,
"Well, sorry for taking up your time. Thank you for that nasty and
unnecessary speech that had nothing to do with my question, and for
also not even taking the opportunity to see what my question was. Oh,
and also thank you for turning what was just a minute ago an exciting
experience for a 9-year old into something completely unpleasant. I
hope you have a fantastic evening." I get sarcastic when I'm mad.
But, leave it to Libby to cheer me up always. As we were walking out,
she says "Aunt Cassie, you wanted to call that lady a bad word didn't
you?". I had to laugh, lol.