...when I walked into the library, and saw new assistants.
I've been a patron for two years, I have a Master's degree, and I even floss every day--and I couldn't get an interview for a part-time job as a library assistant.
To make matters worse, the assistant who helped me was condescending, the way your newly-divorced mother's boyfriend would be.
LIBRARY ASSISTANT
Hey, buddy! What sort of dinosaur do you have on your shirt? Is it a brontosaurus?
ME
No, it's a velociraptor. He's riding a penny-farthing.
LIBRARY ASSISTANT
Wowee! You sure know your dinosaurs!
He ended the interaction by giving me a high five...
...and encore'd with a fist bump.
I was so upset, I threw a tantrum, and demanded that he buy me ice cream.
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