So we went to the library around 10:30 am. When most people are in school or working. We went to the children's section so we wouldn't bother anybody other than kids. Kinley and Austin were so excited. They could hardly contain themselves with all of the books and animals. So when they were telling us what the dinosaur and lion on the posters were saying (roar, in case you didn't know) the mean, old, stick up her you know what librarian, came over and told the kids to be quiet. I was furious. Seriously, they weren't that loud. They were being two and for goodness sake we were in the KIDS section! UGH!!!!! Needless to say we won't be going back anytime soon. Well other than to return the books we checked out. I can just imagine what the librarian would say to us if our books were late!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Venting...
Ok so I don't usually vent on my blog I save that for my facebook friends, but today I just had to write about our library trip. So I took Kinley today to meet Kathy and Austin at the public library. Now I know you are supposed to be somewhat quiet in a library but aren't you also supposed to teach your child about the love of learning and reading?
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That woman is crazy! Kinley is an angel!! You can borrow Brody and take him in. Then she can see just how calm and sweet Kinley and Austin are by comparison! :)
ReplyDeleteWe've had that happen too. Not the actual talking to but the death stare from the frumpy overweight librarian in her Laura Ingalls Wilder outfit with the socks and mis-matched crocks. And it was the Smyrna, TN library at 3 in the afternoon - I think we were actually the only ones in the library. I think they take their job a tad too seriously.
ReplyDeleteAnd uhhh... are we not suppose to vent in our blogs??? I guess that means I will have a lot less material.
Dude, why do you think we avoid the library like the plague?! And I know what happens when books are late. They send your info to a collection agency, which keeps sending letter after letter, until your husband finally looks at you in disgust and returns the books himself.
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