The Triumph of Tardiness and Utter Lack of Respect
So, a biography of Henry Ford, bless his capitalist heart, finally made its way back to a Washington library after… 64 years? Seriously? Sixty-four! I mean, did it get lost at sea? Was it held hostage by squirrels with a penchant for historical figures? The sheer audacity of this delay is truly breathtaking. It’s not just late; its an insult to librarians everywhere, a monument to the casual disregard some people have for community resources and basic decency.
I imagine the librarian who checked that book out in 1960 is now enjoying her retirement, probably surrounded by meticulously organized bookshelves and harboring a quiet rage towards whoever was responsible for this literary delinquency. And what’s the excuse? “Just forgot about it,” I bet. It slipped my mind. As if forgetting to return a borrowed book after more than six decades isnt indicative of some deep character flaw!
This isn’t about the overdue fines – although, lets be honest, they should have been astronomical at this point. This is about respect. Respect for institutions, respect for others, and frankly, respect for the concept of time itself. Sixty-four years! Its almost as if the borrower was actively trying to sabotage the library’s cataloging system. I shudder to think what other treasures are languishing in someones attic, gathering dust and defying the very notion of responsibility. Just… incredible.
