Tonight I was incredibly ecstatically giddily excited about going to the book pre-sale at the library. It's really only for members of Friends of the Library, but the staff was invited, too. I went armed with my checkbook and a ponytail holder...for some serious book grubbing. I also had a hold come in today. I walked in and greeted my co-workers, including the slack-jawed bitch that's been nothing but a thorn in my ass since I've been there. She asked what I was doing at work when I don't have to work, and I told her book sale, etc. She exclaimed, "You're an hour early girly." I told her it started at five, she vehemently insisted that it started at six...she was wrong, etc. So off I went to shop.
Twenty minutes later I surfaced from the meeting room with 14 books for $10. I walked around the circ desk to say g'bye to everyone and bitch shrieks, "What on earth did you buy?!?"
"$10 worth," I replied.
She then proceeded to ask the most taboo question a booklover/intellectual can ever dream to hear, and up to this point I've never been asked.
"What kind of life do you have?" She stared. That slack-jawed-fish-face-glassy-eyed-stare-of-those-who-brag-about-not-having-read-a-book-since-high-school.
I stared back thinking, Is she *really* insinuating that I have no life because I read?
She explained, "Well, if all you do is read then what kind of life is that?" Yep, she went there.
"A rather busy one," I retorted. "I teach at the college, I work here, I read, I work out, I spend time with friends and family, I travel......"
She was still slack-jawed and her only reply was, "Oh."
I thought: At least I'm not a self-important moron whose only friend is her 17 year old co-worker. And by the way, your husband spent a good 10 minutes staring at my tits Monday night when he brought Jr. to storytime.
This woman and I will soon be brawling on the floor, I'm sure of it. If she's rude to me one more time I will wrap her in very sticky library tape and let the patrons throw rocks at her. They don't like her either.
Reading: HP and the Order of the Phoenix and Brick Lane
In my head: Methods of torture.