Kung Fu Grip
A middle-aged man came in late in the day today. He wanted Consumer Reports. I dug out the current issue and handed it to him. He looked at it and told me he wanted the binder containing the entire year’s worth. No problem! I pulled the binder and as I handed it to him, asked for some kind of ID to hold while he was looking at it. Grumbling to himself, he reluctantly dug through his wallet and found his license. He showed it to me.
I informed him that I needed to hold the license while he looked at the issues, since they were recently replaced after an elderly woman decided she wanted the original ones for her own and wandered out of the building with them. He was incensed. He then commented that yesterday he wasn’t asked for his ID and tried with both hands to rip the binder from my outstretched hand (I may be a librarian, but I can bench 225lbs. without breaking a sweat). He tugged; thrice, to no avail, he was like a little kid having a tantrum… GIMME! When he realized that he wasn’t getting them without providing an ID he removed a credit card from his billfold and threw it down on the desk before me. Satisfied with this, I released my grip and he sulked away with his head held low.