First, I look about me on the third floor...and see very little homeless people. WTF?
Oh, some type of festival is going on outside. I suppose they are getting all the goodies they can.
Ah, why are there 3 kids (one girl, maybe 3 or 4, a boy maybe 4, and another boy 6 years old) on this floor with out an adult? They are playing peek-a-boo by this wall. Ok, here is mom. They must have been to the festival because they have beads on.
Mom and kids go to the reference books.
Fuck, those kids are loud.
I go to mom
me: ma'm you can take that book to the kids room with your kids.
mom: I have to look at a lot of books, but I won't take long.
Ok, kids are at a table, with no books (this is a fucking library, we have books, and the kids' room has toys too). Kids are loud.
Mom takes girl to bathroom. Boys are running around, I'm telling the boys not to, but boys (like any young child) have no attention span and keep on running around after 2 seconds of not running.
Mom comes back with girl. I tell mom her kids can't run in here. Then I see girl has no shoes. I tell mom that girl has to have shoes on.
Mom: we're going to leave soon. They can look out the window.
mom chases boys, "we are going to go now." Boys are crying.
They don't leave. I have to tell mom again that girl has to keep on her shoes, mom says, "oh".
I tell mom she can bring books from the kids' room for them, she tells me they can look out the window.
I want to tell the idiot, "Take your fucking kids to the fucking kids room. Take the fucking books with you that you have to look at."
I know she can't control her kids, but I'm giving her options to make everyone happy.
Also, she is wearing short-shorts and has bad cellulite.
Oh, some type of festival is going on outside. I suppose they are getting all the goodies they can.
Ah, why are there 3 kids (one girl, maybe 3 or 4, a boy maybe 4, and another boy 6 years old) on this floor with out an adult? They are playing peek-a-boo by this wall. Ok, here is mom. They must have been to the festival because they have beads on.
Mom and kids go to the reference books.
Fuck, those kids are loud.
I go to mom
me: ma'm you can take that book to the kids room with your kids.
mom: I have to look at a lot of books, but I won't take long.
Ok, kids are at a table, with no books (this is a fucking library, we have books, and the kids' room has toys too). Kids are loud.
Mom takes girl to bathroom. Boys are running around, I'm telling the boys not to, but boys (like any young child) have no attention span and keep on running around after 2 seconds of not running.
Mom comes back with girl. I tell mom her kids can't run in here. Then I see girl has no shoes. I tell mom that girl has to have shoes on.
Mom: we're going to leave soon. They can look out the window.
mom chases boys, "we are going to go now." Boys are crying.
They don't leave. I have to tell mom again that girl has to keep on her shoes, mom says, "oh".
I tell mom she can bring books from the kids' room for them, she tells me they can look out the window.
I want to tell the idiot, "Take your fucking kids to the fucking kids room. Take the fucking books with you that you have to look at."
I know she can't control her kids, but I'm giving her options to make everyone happy.
Also, she is wearing short-shorts and has bad cellulite.



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