These two Dutch backpacker girls with a severe case of bitchitis turned up at the library insisting that their crappy hand-written job application forms for the local bakery proved that they lived in town and therefore they should be IMMEDIATELY provided with access to the resources (i.e. the free wi-fi). I tried showing them the list of acceptable forms of ID and suggested the easiest option available (e.g. going to the local bank branch and getting a statement with the local address on it), but nooooo, they believed they were above all of that and who was I, a mere counter-jockey, to tell them otherwise?
In the end I had to verbally karate chop their not-insignificant-asses with a "Well, I've explained your options and the bottom line is I'm not going to sign you up with that job application form" (so please now go and get fucked).
Jesus on a pogo stick.
I've been to the Netherlands a bunch of times, and not once do I recall storming into any library there demanding that I have immediate access to their goodies on the basis of some retarded form I've filled out myself.
Why don't they just go and annoy the librarians in their own country? Hmmm?
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