Lots to write about, but for now...

Today the kids and I went in to get a library card at the local library.

Evidently, according to Rice's cousin's wife, the library has recently instituted several new policies and has become quite strict. For example, she is not allowed to check books out for her children on their cards, which are under her card. The child must be present to check out their own books. She finds this a bit annoying, particularly since she signed for the card, but what do you do? (At my old library, if I had a book come in, Rice could take my card in and get my book. I guess that's a thing of the past.)

Today, while working on signing up for my card, a young boy, probably about 9 or 10, (and, based on his accent and phenotypic characteristics, was originally from Africa, which I thought was quite cool -- we're pretty homogenus here) was asking to see if the library had X-Men 3 available. The librarian checked and found that all three copies were currently checked out until the first week in July. She told the boy if he had his card she could reserve the movie for him, however. He checked his pockets, and couldn't find his card. In the meantime, his sister walked up, caught on to what was happening, and offered to let the movie be reserved on her card. The librarian said that no, she could not do that -- she couldn't reserve the brother's movie in the sister's card. The sister, being quite clever and probably about eleven, informed the librarian then that she wanted to reserve the movie for herself, and here was her card. And the librarian denied her! saying that no, she saw through her and knew the movie was for her brother and the library had a strict policy concerning library card use. So the children left.

I raised my eyebrow.

When it was my turn the librarian made a comment about those foreigners trying to pull a fast one on her. I said, "I don't know that that's appropriate." "No, it's not," she said. "I mean," I said, "the comment you just made." "It's library policy," she said. I suspect I raised my eyebrow again. I, being insanely hormonal and incredibly annoyed, said, "Do you have a supervisor." "Yes," she said, "the Director of the Library."

Sonofabitch.

My husband's cousin's wife, who is really technically my cousin, in a weird round about way :), already told me about some of the go-arounds she's had with this woman and the Director of the Library.

Add my letter to the list, I suppose.

But in the meantime, this song's for you, honey.