
I remember one day this miserable faced Librarian saying to me in a very stern and nasty tone "Why are you in here again?" Well she thought I was in by myself as usual but got a shock when my Dad appeared from an aisle of books and asked her what was her problem with me being in there as often as I wanted to be? She didn't know where to look and he let her know in no uncertain terms what he thought of her tone and her bullying tactics. Think she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. I was scared to go back after my Dad had told her off, but he insisted I go back and then tell him how it went. Well I wondered if it might be her twin sister I saw next time because she couldn't have been any nicer and even let me take out more books than I was supposed to be allowed.
