Hey, I don't care that you've been working all day and just want to start your weekend...

It's spooky how often this happens: it's 2 minutes to closing time on a Friday afternoon. You're ready to make like a shepherd and get the flock outta there. Lo and behold, some disorganised chaos merchant of a mother walks in with her brats, deciding that they need dinosaur books NOW, IMMEDIATELY, PRONTO etc etc. So you inhale deeply, look up the catalog, high-tail it to the shelves to retrieve required books and race back to the counter to check the books out to the little darlings. And of course, their fucking library card has expired, meaning you have to sign them up. God I hate that.