TGIF = Tough Girls, It’s Friday!

I work in a library. It’s Friday, which means we close a bit earlier than other weekdays. My colleague and I are going through the usual pre-closing routines when the local Tough Girl Gang walks in: four girls around thirteen who have an honestly impressive aura of “Don’t F*** With Us” but who occasionally have to be tossed out for unruly behaviour.

Me: “Hi, guys. Just so you know, we’re closing in ten minutes.”

Head Girl: “No, you’re not. You close at seven.”

Me: “We close at five, sorry.”

Head Girl: “Come on. We know you close at seven on Thursdays.”

Me: “…Yes, but today is Friday.”

All four girls brake so hard I could swear I smell burnt rubber, though that could be from their confidence deflating. They quickly huddle together and get their phones out, talking rapidly (and uncharacteristically quietly) amongst each other.

Girl #2: “But if today is Friday, then…” 

They quickly turned around and ran out, having collectively missed an entire day and clearly VERY late for something.