No, I mean it. I know, you’re thinking “Oh, she means librarians other than me” or “I’m just a reference librarian” or “I used to be a librarian, but I’m not now.”
I’m warning you. Do not look beneath this fold.
Okay, so here’s the deal. I’ve lived here since 1999. Today, I finally got a library card. In my defense, I work someplace with a lovely library. I just was in the mood to go to my own, neighborhood library.
So, finally, I got a library card.
It was nice.
But shoot, the Bordeaux library is depressingly light on books. Like tons of shelves, especially in the non-fiction section, with maybe five books on them.
But I’m happy to be a card-carrying Nashvillian now.
The Butcher made terrible fun of me. He said I might as well not vote if I’m not going to have a library card.
I was like “You don’t even read!” but he said, “Still, I have a library card.”