My library hired a 12-year-old. Last time I went there, he waited on me. My hold book wasn't on the hold shelf, so I suggested it might be behind the counter. "Books are never back there," he assured me solemnly. In fact, they always are. Maybe they should be on the hold shelf, but "should" is aspirational -- e.g., the president should be a good ruler, the war in Iraq should be over, you know. So I said, "I've been coming here since before you were born, son."
No, I didn't. But he learned his lesson about the way this library is run...the book was indeed back there.
So he waited on D today. Once we got out, I told him, "That was the 12-year-old!"
He said, "Yeah, I was thinking, 'Is that the 12-year-old? Well, I'm doing something really simple. He can't mess it up.'"
Aren't there child labor laws?
I also went to the hardware store. Three things are always true about hardware stores:
1) They are cluttered
2) They have no decor
3) I am the only woman in there.
And lastly, I saw the cutest dog in the world today*. A Wheaton.
*This applies to 40-50% of the dogs I meet.