It's OK, I Have a Permit

My sister works for the county library, and last night she told me some interesting library stories. I thought I'd share a few.

One guy came up and asked if anyone had turned in a gun to the lost and found area. That's right, a gun. When he was told that no one had, he said that he thought he left his gun in the library, but it was OK because he has a concealed weapon permit.

Maybe it's just me, but I see a couple of problems with that. Problem number one: children do go to the library, and it's not difficult to imagine a curious child picking it up. Problem number two: if you set down your gun somewhere in a library, it's not exactly concealed, is it?

The gun never turned up, so either someone found it and took it or he lost it somewhere else.

In another story, a senior citizen came up to the desk and said that some teenagers were having sex in a storage closet. (!) He went to the storage closet to get some chairs for a meeting. When he opened the door, he saw the teenagers. He subsequently shut the door and seemed pretty unruffled about the incident, although he thought he should let a librarian know. Soon afterward, the book slunk out of the closet. The girl followed shortly thereafter.

Then there's the woman who was frustrated because she couldn't check out more than two books without her library card. She did have her driver's license, which is why she was allowed to check out two books. She compared this policy to having her bra searched at an airport. There's something seriously whacked with that comparison.

Ah, the joy of working in a library.