Luckless at the Library

I’m really starting to dislike the local library. I am sure the feelings are mutual.

Folks, I have just incurred a $20.00 fee for returning damaged books!

Yes, it was my fault. I’m guilty. Here’s what happened:

I set the books on the floor of my van next to my water bottle. My water bottle that occasionally leaks water. And they got a little wet. I did not notice this until I picked them up to put them in the return box. Figuring they only got a little damp, I wiped the covers of the board books and threw them in the slot. Apparently they were more wet than I thought. I called to question and received something about pages sticking together.

Good grief! I am having the worst library luck ever.

The irony of the situation? The book that was actually peed on, isn’t one of the ones I am paying to replace. Shhhh.

Don’t worry, we’re not going to visit the library for another 100 years.

Published by Brooke Frick

Brooke lives with her husband and their five energetic kids on a ranch outside Sacramento, California. Her dreams are big, her hands are full, and her laundry room is a mess.

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