More Lucy Than June

Okay, not really. But if she did, this is what she would have to say.

They came again today.

That lady with the three kids and her limousine-sized stroller.

We never know when to expect her…morning, afternoon, lunchtime. It’s a toss-up.

We have noticed that her weekly visits have dwindled down to EVERY OTHER WEEK visits. This is good for all involved. We’re all pretty thankful she learned how to use that “renew books” online feature. We made it for people like her.

Her children are loud. So thank GOODNESS we made the children’s area separate from the main part of the library. We made it this way for people like her.

And her limousine-sized stroller.

She keeps that stroller stocked with crackers that she gives to the baby when he starts to get a bit fussy. He never really eats them…just nibbles off a corner and then crumbles the rest of it up to strew across the floor like Hansel and Gretel leaving bread crumbs to find their way home.

Really…if she’d just learn NOT to bring that baby at what is CLEARLY his naptime, we’d all be a lot happier around here. Including the custodian.

The kids pick out a wide assortment of DVDs…that she has to narrow down to five. Then the kids leave the others piled up on the cart that says “Please do not reshelve the items”.

Today, as she was trying to round the girls up to leave the children’s area, I heard call out, “Ladies”…in that hushed “library mom-yell” that I’ve seen many like her practice.

Her call of “Ladies” rather than “Girls” or “Kids” or “Children with the last name Parris” brought about an unfriendly stare from a woman whom I suspect thought she might have been trying to get her attention in a rather unpolite way.

Then…the part I hate.

She brought all 21 items to me to check-out.

Now, I’m sure Mrs. “Mom-With-Three-Loud-Kids” thinks that it would be much more efficient if we had a check-out station actually in the children’s section, especially since it has its own help desk and workers and all. But we just don’t work that way.

Instead, the children are forced to stand in the main part of the library where I very tediously check-out each item.

And I’m probably going to give a little huff or sigh every now and then. I’m just warning you. That’s what I do when you mess with my display books, children. That’s what I do.

We all breathe a sigh of relief to watch her circus act leave every other Monday (or Tuesday…or whenever she feels like it).

And have I mentioned her limousine-sized stroller?