Notably, the BV branch.
So, I’m sorry we came in 10 minutes before closing to get my kid his very own library card. Thank you for providing us the paperwork promptly and handling it quite efficiently.
However-comma.
Do not ever. EVER. Fucking question whether or not a woman is a mother just because she has a different last name than her child. I am not ‘legal guardian’. I do not want to be in the computer as hislastname as my lastname. I am Chicago. Wench. Wench. Weeeeench. And your simpering of ‘well we just have to ask, because the last names are different?’ holds absofuckinlutely no goddamn water when, after I have explained in small words that I am his mother and I did not change my name when I got married, you ask me 3 more times about the names and then insist on trying to put me in the computer with the wrong last name.
It shows you’re either too goddamn small minded to handle this, or such a fucking holier than thou wank that you purposefully go out of your way to cause trouble for those of us rabble-rousin uppity womyn who refuse to cleave to our husbands as fully as we ought.
I am so looking forward to the letter I’ll be writing to your boss.
No love what so damned ever.
WENCH.