Seriously? A 46-Year Library Book?
Lets just take a moment, shall we? Forty-six years! That’s longer than I’ve been alive, and frankly, more time than some civilizations have existed. Apparently, someone in California felt the need to borrow a book from a library back in 1978 and then…forgot about it. Not misplaced. Not accidentally left on a bus. Forgot. Like it was a grocery list they scribbled on a napkin.
I mean, what were they doing? Hiding under a rock? Living off-grid with a community of squirrels who also had questionable borrowing habits? Did they think the Dewey Decimal System was just a suggestion? This isnt a whimsical tale of nostalgia; it’s a monument to irresponsibility!
And the library staff? Bless their hearts, undoubtedly dealing with this absurd situation with an infuriating amount of patience. I can only imagine the paperwork involved. The gentle reminders sent over decades that were probably filtered into spam folders.
Honestly, its insulting. It’s a slap in the face to everyone who does return books on time. People are struggling to afford basic necessities and someone is casually waltzing back with a relic from the disco era? I need a strong beverage. This level of nonchalant delinquency deserves a public shaming, or at least a strongly worded letter. A very long, very pointed letter.
