I didn’t use the word I wanted to use in this post title, but after this post you can use your imagination.
Yesterday, on our Chativersary, Stan and I decided to go to the local Carthage library. The library is this beautiful stone building that was built in about 1902. Inside it isn’t large, but it is nice.
Since we were visiting, we decided we wanted to sign up for a library card. I went to the desk to ask about the process and this is what I found out. In order to get a library card at the local library you must give them your social security number, two personal references, which they actually check, oh, and if you live outside of the city limits, you must pay a yearly fee. Stan and I live a mere three blocks from the city limits. We work at the company that this town was built on, we pay our taxes in Carthage, we buy our food in Carthage, yet we were asked to pay a fee per person if we wanted to get a card.
I have to admit, I got angry and stormed out. I have never been so insulted in my life. I am 29 years old. I have held multiple library cards. I am a devoted English major, and my love of books is likely much greater than the entire staff of the Carthage Public Library combined. It was quite possibly the worst library experience of my life. I was nearly in tears by the time I left. I wanted to ask them if they needed this information for a library card or a job interview.
(Incidentally, when I lived in Tulsa, I signed up for my library card online and it was mailed to me.)
On the bright side, we followed that terrible experience by having lunch at El Charro. Jana and Krista, remember that dish I had at Senor Tequila a couple of weeks ago? Well, El Charro has one almost exactly like it, except it is covered in melted white cheese! It was wonderful. And ever since I’ve eaten it, I have been craving it like crazy!
All in all, it wasn’t a bad day. The best part is that now Stan and I can officially say that we’ve known each other for a year! Wow! A whole year!
I really do love this man!