Saturday, March 5, 2011

Don't even have a baby

Today was an exciting day at the library.  First, I got asked out on a date by a gentleman named Swan.  Well, to be more accurate, I guess he asked me to ask him out on a date.  He suggested that I show him around some of my favorite area bars when I got off work.  When I told him that I had to go home to feed my baby,* he said, "I don't even HAVE a baby to go home to."

Later, a crazy drunk woman came to hang out in the Teen Center with her son.  Her son seemed like a sweet kid and I can only imagine that he was silently dying of embarrassment as his drunk (or possibly drugged) mom cursed our printing system up and down.  To be fair, our printing system is indeed an asshole, but still, lady.  Have some mercy on your thirteen-year-old kid.



*I don't know why this is the excuse I went with, except that it's true.

4 comments:

David said...

Don't you know swans mate for life? I'm surprised the baby line worked, and he didn't instantly offer to raise your whole gaggle.

The Unattractive Houseguest said...

Used to have a super sweet tween boy whose dad was always drunk in the library. My heart broke a little every time I'd see them in the library.... I think the library was his refuge from home...

The Unattractive Houseguest said...

I think I said library so many times in that comment it stopped making sense....

Lass said...

As a child of a drunk dad who frequently embarrassed my siblings and I in public, my heart broke a little bit reading this.

Also can't believe you passed on that golden dating opportunity. You're a tough cookie. :P