The other day, we happened to stop by the local library to see about their 'public use' room where my wife might be able to schedule classes to teach about using Essential Oils.
While there, I noticed they had a shelf up front with books by "local authors".
I knew there were a couple of mine that had been riding around in a bag on the back seat of the car for awhile. I had planned on giving them to a friend, but then I found out they already had a copy my father had given them a few years ago.
So I went out and got them, and took them up to the desk to donate them.
While at the desk, the lady that works there seemed to get angry and rather short with us.
Turns out, I had gone to school with her, and she seemed upset by the fact that in spite of going to the local public schools, I had learned to read and write and had then done something besides work at that "you want fries with that place".
Now, I don't know if the books I donated will ever see the shelf, or, for that matter, if I even want to go back there.
Oh, well.
Life in a small town.
While there, I noticed they had a shelf up front with books by "local authors".
I knew there were a couple of mine that had been riding around in a bag on the back seat of the car for awhile. I had planned on giving them to a friend, but then I found out they already had a copy my father had given them a few years ago.
So I went out and got them, and took them up to the desk to donate them.
While at the desk, the lady that works there seemed to get angry and rather short with us.
Turns out, I had gone to school with her, and she seemed upset by the fact that in spite of going to the local public schools, I had learned to read and write and had then done something besides work at that "you want fries with that place".
Now, I don't know if the books I donated will ever see the shelf, or, for that matter, if I even want to go back there.
Oh, well.
Life in a small town.
