Well, Ain’t She Just A Pill, Part 2
I worked at a library for years. We had an older lady who used to come in daily and kind of hang out, reading different things. She was always in a bad mood and hateful to all the staff because her “taxes pay your d*** salary”.
She would always look at a book we had about medications (it told what to mix, what not to mix, etc.) and she ordered me to get it for her one day (even though she was VERY familiar with where it was since she perused it daily).
I had to look it up as I wasn’t sure exactly where it was. She kept saying it was called “Good Pill, Bad Pill”, but I wasn’t finding anything under that title at all. I told her I would have to go to the section it was probably in and find it which, of course, pissed her off because I was incompetent and didn’t know exactly where this book was.
Patron: “I look at it every day! Why don’t you know where it is? I can’t believe my taxes pay your salary!”
I went and found the book — it was called “Best Pill, Worst Pill” — and took it to the queen who was sitting there moaning about how long it was taking.
Me: “It looks like you had the title wrong.”
This INFURIATED her!
Patron: *Yelling* “You know what I was talking about! You’re just being argumentative because you knew what I was talking about!”
I worked my a** off at that library and LOVED the job, but there were those few that thought that, because we were a library, we were there to wait on them hand and foot and that we had to take their hatefulness.
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