Why?! Why?!! Why?! It’s taken me two days to recover from the meanest, rudest, old geezer’s horrible comments. And I’m mad at myself for letting this little decrepit spiteful creature get under my skin.
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Your local library. It’s Monday. Morning.
Me (charming, delightful, cheerful girl) & Mother Heifer (mean old man)
Mother Heifer walks up to front desk and throws his books towards me. (No exaggeration–he ALWAYS throws his books towards us) I smile. Check in his returns as he wonders off. Still smiling.
Time passes. Mother Heifer walks back up front with new set of items. Tosses them at me. I ask: How are you today, sir? Mother Heifer grunts as he shuffles through his wallet. I clear my throat. Straighten his stack of books. Prepare to scan his card, his items, his eyebrows. Finally. Throws his library card at me and says LOUDLY: “Why do you always wait on me?! Where are all the pretty ladies? Why is it always you who checks me out?”
He chuckles. I. glaze. over. Smile wavers and steam rises from my ears. He chuckles again and says: “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WAIT ON ME? WHERE ARE ALL THE PRETTY LADIES?”
He said it again. The Mother Heifer said it two times. As if the first time wasn’t difficult enough.
I smile. “Sir, I don’t know. Have a great day.” Still smiling. Walk into the backroom. And die a thousand little deaths.
Stupid Mother Heifer.