I went to the library to pay fines. Why I do this to myself, I don't know. Why I can't seem to get anyone but Mean Librarian to help me, I don't know either. It's a conspiracy.
"Would you please print out a list of the books I still have out?"
"Sure. Do you want to renew them too, so you'll stop incurring the fines?"
"Yes, I would," I said through a fake smile, thinking to myself, "No, Mean Librarian, I want to keep incurring fines forever and ever! Urgh!"
"That will be $20."
She didn't even answer. I pulled out my wallet to bring out a $20 bill. I had just been to Rite Aide where I'd gotten $40 cash back, only apparently the cashier had forgotten to give me my money and I'd forgotten to ask for it. Luckily, I had my checkbook handy, so I dutifully wrote out the check, doing my usual joke about doing my part to support the library. A joke that, as with anything I said, fell flat as a pancake with Mean Librarian.
Then, later, I checked out some more material. And surprise, surprise, Nice Librarian said with a concerned frown, "It says here you owe $10 in fines."
"But I just paid all of my fines. $20--"
"She glanced toward the back toward where Mean Librarian is sitting, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
I'm really confused about the whole Mean Librarian thing now. Either 1) Mean Librarian charged me less than I owed and forgot to change it in the computer or 2) Mean Librarian made a mistake and didn't see all of my fines or 3) Mean Librarian is out to get me and was going to let the items that I hadn't returned yet continue to incur fines.
I don't know. All I do know is that I have a receipt from Nice Librarian that shows that my slate is once again clean. Yippee!
When I got back home, my head was achy and I wasn't feeling well. I think I'm coming down with a little something still. So I canceled my Monday walk with Stephanie and decided to get dinner going on time for a change so that we could all get to bed by 10:00 -- that is my goal -- and here it is 9:41 already and I'm happily typing away. Sigh.
Anyway, we all had dinner together at the table with the TV off. It was nice to sit and chat. Konner came in late from Chase's house. Keith was still at work. Kathleen ate at Erin's house. So, maybe it's more accurate to say that some of us were eating dinner together.
Konner went running off after dinner leaving his plate at the table. I stopped him before he could get too far.
"Konner, tell me you're sitting here at the table eating your food, only you're invisible. That's why the plate is still here."
I looked over at Keri Lynn, "What am I going to do to help the little kids remember to take their plates to the sink?"
I grinned. This is Keri Lynn's pet peeve, that no one seems to be able to take their dishes to the sink.
"That might be a little drastic," I said.
"Beat them? That way they'll NEVER do it again!"
It turns out that I didn't have to resort to violence. Konner took his plate to the sink.
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