The other day I was doing some shelving and I saw this toddler basically throwing the books on the bottom shelf of the graphic novel section onto the floor while clueless hippy dad was pretending not to notice. I wanted to intervene and tell this idiot to please control his kid and put the books back on the shelf, but I was basically in conflict-avoidance mode as a result of being so fucking tired from covering shifts for people who are either perpetually off sick or lurching from one childcare crisis to another, so I just ignored the wanton destruction and retreated to the front desk.
Luckily payback came when dad wanted to borrow more CDs than his limit allowed. So I glanced over at the graphic novel section where about 20 books were lying on the ground and thought, nuh-uh. Normally if the person asking to borrow extra CDs seems nice or, at least, not an asshole who is happy to let library staff tidy up after his/her destructive brat-child, I cut them a break. But this time I was aggrolibrarian and was like "I'm ever so sorry, but them's the rules. Now choose which CDs you want and go put the rest back on the reshelving trolley" (as opposed to the fucking floor).
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