First off, I'd like to give a holla back to my peeps in Applecross Australia. Because 75 of you visited here yesterday. I should like to live in a little town called Applecross. It sounds so happy and peaceful. Ah, yes. Just another glorious Applecross summer.
So, here at the library we are kind enough to offer tax forms for La Publique to take so that they can...you know...like fill them out and shit. Yours truly has the EXTREME good fortune to be in charge of these tax forms. And let me just tell you, they give a MEAN paper cut. Anyhoo.
So, I'm at the RefDesk this morning and I suddenly get a whiff of a once very familiar odor. It's that delightful mix of whiskey, cigarettes and old couch. Ahhh....my college days. Well, much to my dismay it is NOT the ghost of Fraternity Parties Past, but rather an extremely intoxicated (at 11:00AM) patron in need of a tax form that we don't have. I mean his breath literally burned my eyebrows off. I'm not really understanding where all these drunk folks that come into my library are actually GETTING drunk. I mean, it's in like this wealthy, quaint historic area. Not really a place where you'd expect a lot of drunks to be wandering about needing library services. Well, it gets better. Because Sir DrinksALot starts hitting on me, via tax form. Yes. He's all "Oh, I just need the 500EZ you know...because it's just me....you know...no dependents...and I don't have a spouse so..." OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I mean really. Oh, excuse me I just got whistled at for service. Yes whistled at.
People? Appreciate your public servants OK? Thanks. Oh, and for your viewing pleasure, take a look at what American SHOULD be like: