Make less.

Child: I tried to return my books and the machine outside wouldn’t take them.
Me: When were they due?
Child: March 18th.
Me: *checks date* that was almost a month ago, you’re going to have late fees.
Child: But I tried to return them and the machine wasn’t working.
Me: Did you try coming inside and giving it to one of us to check in?
Child: No, we had to go somewhere.
Me: Well then you’re going to get late fees.
Mother: We tried to return them and the machine wasn’t working.
Me: I’m aware, but you could have just called us when we were open and we could have renewed over the phone.
Mother: I didn’t do that.
Me: Well, I’m sorry but you’re going to get late fees.
Mother: How much?
Me: Not a lot, it’s $7.80.
Mother: *grimaces* make less.
Me: I’m sorry?
Mother: Make less. I want you to make less.
Me: Make less? Make the fines less?
Mother: Yes.
Me: You turned them in a month late, I can’t waive your fines. She can do book reports or read in the library to lower the fines.
Mother: *counts out $7.80* here.
Me: You have to pay up front.

SHE HAS YET TO PAY THE MONEY SHE DEFINITELY HAD.

Crazy people be crazy

Man: Where is the bathroom key?
Me: Right in front of you sir…no…straight ahead….there it is 🙂
Man: MICHELLE AND BARACK OBAMA HAD 8 YEARS OF ADMINISTRATION AND YOU PUT DONALD TRUMP IN THE WHITE HOUSE BECAUSE YOU’RE A DEMOCRAT SO DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THIS. CEASE!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: o.O What?????
Man: BWAK! BWAK! BUCK-BUCK-BUCK-BWAK! *Clucks all the way to the bathroom*

Headphones pt. 2

*Here we go again*
Mom: Do you have any extra headphones? My son needs them for his homework on the computer and I left mine home.
Me: Sorry, we don’t have any to give out.
Mom: What about these? *points to my headphones*
Me: These are my personal headphones. I don’t give these to people.
Mom: But he needs to do his homework…
Me: And these have been in my ears. That’s not sanitary.
Mom: *huffs and walks away*
 
Where are the boundaries?

Spaceship builder

*sigh*
Man: Do you have books on spaceships?
Me: *searches* I see we only have books on rockets and space shuttles here.
Man: NO, I need a SPACEship.
Me: Ok, we don’t have any at this branch, I can request them?
Man: I’m building one, you know?
Me: A…spaceship?
Man: YES. I just need a book to help me. I drew them already.
*shows me a drawing of the Starship Entertprise from Star Trek*

Kinda like this. He’s claiming this as his. But it’s not built yet.

Me: Oh… I see you did.
Man: I’m going to make a warp speed spaceship with a microwave.
Me: Sounds cool. Did you want me to order the book?
Man: *Talks to me for the next 20 minutes about his microwave space ship*

February 3rd

Man: You once told me the wrong dates for the MTA exam. It’s February 3rd.
Me: *checks dates* The website says March 3-21.
Man: No, it’s February 3rd.
Me: TODAY is February 3rd. The website says the APPLICATION period is March 3-21. Test dates aren’t posted yet.
Man: The paper you gave me before says February 3rd.
Me: *prints dates and highlights March 3-21* Here, these are the current dates.
Man:…but the paper you gave me-
Me: THROW OUT that paper (there is no paper). This is accurate. Use this one.
Man: But…but Febuary 3rd…
Me: Feel free to apply today. Or March 3-21. We’ll see what happens. . . .
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Man: February 3rd.
Me: *sighs*

Boy fight

Before the day ended, I witness Boy #1 punching Boy #2 directly in the face. Hard. 
Boy #2’s mom is sitting out of sight.

Me: (to #1) Get out.
#1: He hit me first.
Me: Don’t care. Go home.
#2: We were playing.
Me: He punched you hard in the face, and you were PLAYING?
#2: Yeah.
#1: My parents pick me up.
Me: (to #1)Go sit with your mother. (to #2) Sit over here and wait for your parent.
Mom #2: It’s okay. They know each other from school.
Me: It’s not OK, that kind of behavior is not allowed here.

 #2’s mom comes, barely speaks English, so with a series of hand gestures and one parent having pity and translating, she understands. 

 Mom #1: Miss, I want to apologize, I’m so sorry my son hit your son. That is unacceptable. I will speak to him at home.
Mom #2: No, no! It’s OK don’t worry, they were playing. I’m not upset.

Me thinking: NO IT’S NOT OKAY WHY IS THIS OKAY YOUR SON GOT DUFFED IN THE JAW WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! 

 Happy friday.