Thursday, March 12, 2009

YESTERDAY AT THE LIBRARY

Whoa! 3rd post of the day! You must be sick of me by now, but whatever. I have this one quick story to tell about the FUCKING PRICK that works at the library near me. 

Earlier, I had picked up a pass to go to the Art Institute (attention Chicagoan's: if you just get off your ass and visit your local library you can get a pass to see almost any museum for FREE - YAY for culture!).

Although I didn't have to return the pass until next Wednesday, I thought I would be a nice guy and drop it off after I used the it so that someone else can enjoy it.

While standing in line I struck up a conversation with the woman in line behind me. Having noticed she was struggling to carry the mountain of books in her arms, I offered her my place in line. She was thankful...and then the library clerk LOST HIS SHIT. (BTW - I'm only mildly exaggerating when I say he looked like the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons...) 
Here's what happened next: 

COMIC BOOK GUY: "NEXT!"
WOMEN WHO I GAVE MY PLACE IN LINE TO: "Hello-(abruptly cut off by COMIC BOOK GUY)".
COMIC BOOK GUY: [Looking in my general direction]: "Sir, please step up to the counter."
ME: "Oh, it's OK, I told this woman that she could go ahead of me and-(abruptly cut off by COMIC BOOK GUY)".
COMIC BOOK GUY: "You were next in line."
ME: "Right, but...she has a lot of books and...um..."
COMIC BOOK GUY: "YOU were next in line."
WOMEN WHO I GAVE MY PLACE IN LINE TO: "..."
ME: "..."
COMIC BOOK GUY: "SIR! Please step up and(abruptly cut off by ME)".
ME: "So what, take care of her first, really, I don't mind."
COMIC BOOK GUY: [sweating profusely] "That's NOT how I run things around here!!!"
WOMEN WHO I GAVE MY PLACE IN LINE TO: "..."
ME: "You're kidding right?"
COMIC BOOK GUY: "..."
ME: "Well OK then! I guess you run a pretty tight ship around here. You must be proud of yourself. [INNER THOUGHT: "You fucking failure of a fucking human being"]".

This guy was something else. I wouldn't even say he was a tool. No. He's the fucking metal box on wheels that mechanics use to store their tools. DICK

Had I not had to piss so badly I would have thrown that "dick" boomerang right back in his face and asked to speak with his manager. Next time, I'll piss first, instigate a fight and then call him on his bullshit. 

5 comments:

Thomas said...

Alternative solution: you could have sprayed him with your yellow stream of common sense & justice.

What can I say - I'm always finding ways to improve efficiency.

dan said...

what's up with govt jobs and the complete lack of ANY social skills, manners, kindness etc etc.. it's crazy, those must be some REALLY secure jobs. next time, next time....
later.

Dean Grey said...

With my current job, I'm all too familiar with scenes like this.

Unfortunately, almost every major city department here in Chicago has some rude-ass people behind the counter to wait on you.

Customer service is a dying art form it seems. I've seen worse than what you described.

I'd recommend NOT trying to throw any "dick boomerangs" (lol) back at anybody. For all you know, Justin, the "Comic Book Guy" could be the head clerk of that branch.

So asking for the manager might not work since he could already be THE manager!

You could always file a complaint, I suppose, but definitely don't try and start an argument. Security will just escort you out!

-Dean

Frontier Psychiatrist said...

Ha. If this was Sulzer, I think I know exactly which librarian you're talking about. (If not, apparently there's one at every branch.)

JUSTIN said...

@FP: Bingo!