Today was “start to find my way around my new town day”. What better place to begin than the local library which is huge? A bibliophile’s paradise. I had been there once before to meet friends to carpool to a spin-in, but never inside. It is beautiful and modern; stacks that are easy to find your way around in, self checkout, a copy center, banks of computers, and even a store for The Friends of the Library.
First stop the customer service desk for a library card. Easy, right? Nope. I have to show my driver’s license; pretty normal. But, and here’s the problem: I also need to show an official piece of mail like, oh say, a phone bill, a credit card bill, or a bank statement that shows my local address. I’m a 21st century gal that hates piles of paper and has totally latched onto the convenience of paperless statements. I have no bills that come to my mailbox. Every last bill I receive comes via email, not snail mail. My filing has never been easier. Stacks of paper gone (except for junk mail which goes into the recycling). The only snail mail I actually receive is personal, not official. I even get to bask in the glory of saving trees. But can I get a library card with full privileges? Nope. I can only check five items out at a time.
I said to the nice lady, “Wow, when I walked in here I though you were so 21st century.”
And she replied, “We are very 21st century. But we still need to see an official piece of mail.”
So I checked out four of my limit of five items; two play-aways and two books. Maybe the sheep and chickens would like me to read them “Rin-Tin-Tin” each evening as a bed-time story.
Good night chickens, good night sheep.