(A young boy approaches the check out desk with a DVD of classic cartoons featuring characters like Popeye, Felix the Cat, Woody Woodpeck, and Betty Boop. I proceed to quiz him to see if he knows the characters.)

Me: “Do you know this one?”

Child: “That’s Popeye!”

Me: “And this one?”

Child: “Woody Woodpecker!”

(He gets all of the ones right until my finger lands on Betty Boop.)

Me: “How about her?”

Child: *uncertain* “Um…”

Me: “It’s Betty Boop!”

(A look of instant recognition spreads across the child’s face.)

Child: “Oh yeah! My dad’s got naked pictures of her!”

(A woman and her son have just entered the library. They walk straight to me while I am sitting at the circulation desk. There
is only one entrance to the library. All other doors leading outside are clearly and brightly marked fire exits.)

Patron: “How do I come in?”

Me: “Sorry?”

Patron: “How do I come in here?”

Me: “Through the door?”

Patron: “Which one?”

Me: “The one you just walked through.”

Patron: “Oh okay, so I just do that again?”

Me: “Yes…that should work perfectly.”

Patron: “Thanks!” *walks away*

(I’m at the front desk and there’s a line of three people. A middle-aged school teacher walks up to the counter.)

Patron: “I have a question.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get back in the line and wait your turn.”

Patron: *looks at the line* “Young man, I would hardly call that a line.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Patron: “Three people don’t make a line. You really should be more clear about your line policies.”

Me: “Line policies?”

Patron: “Three people isn’t enough to call it a line!”

Me: “You would have to ask the people standing in line about that.”

(I am a patron at the library on my day off to meet up with a friend. Another patron wearing a ‘Team Edward’ shirt approaches my coworker, who is fixing the name tag on her ‘Save the Wolves’ t-shirt that she’s wearing for the library’s animal week.)

Patron: “You should be ashamed of yourself! You are supporting those hairy monsters!”

Librarian: “I’m sorry, ma’am. What’s the problem?”

Patron: “You shouldn’t be supporting the werewolves! Bella loves Edward, not some hairy dog!”

Librarian: “No, this shirt is supporting the local wolf refuge. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

(The patron starts screaming obscenities and raving, which is beginning to disturb other patrons. I decide to intervene at this point since I’m still waiting for my friend. Note that I am a well built girl that stands at about 5′ 9″ and am wearing my animal eye contacts for the party.)

Me: “Pardon me ma’am, but what seems to be the problem here?”

(The patron turns around, looks up at me, and goes white.)

Patron: “Y-you’re one of them aren’t you?”

Me: “Please leave my friend here alone and go about your business.”

Patron: *runs out the door yelling* “See if I come back here with you employing her kind!”

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It Must Have Been A New Moon

Customer: “My pedophile won’t print.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “I sent my pedophile to print but it won’t come out the printer.”

Me: “Oh, you mean PDF file? As in Adobe PDF?”

Customer: “Yeah, that.”