My Parents @ the Library
My dad stopped by the Library the other day. He’s shopping for a new TV, and wanted reviews of HDTV sets from Consumer Reports, and CNET. It wasn’t a particularly busy day, but it was kind of chaotic since we have some minor construction going on in the building. Therefore, I was able to help him a bit more than I normally would have been able to on any other day by thoroughly searching CNET’s reviews. This is essential since my dad is totally computer illiterate.
I handed him the particular issues of Consumer Reports that he needed to make an informed purchasing decision, and he began reading through them while standing at the Reference Desk. Because he’s just like Red Forman, he doesn’t like much of anything let alone what he’s reading at the moment. He has specific models in mind, but there aren’t any reviews on them anywhere. As he’s sifting through this stuff he begins mumbling to himself, first softly, but his grumbling grows louder as he reads.
While this is going on, other patrons approach the Desk, and I help them in turn. While I’m helping this one woman find the book she’s looking for, my father says at full volume, “It stinks in here!” The he looks up at the woman like its her fault. At this point I nearly lose my shit. Through my peripheral vision, I can tell the woman standing before me is uncomfortable with this… It’s all I can do to hold it together. My mother, standing silently by his side until this point, slaps his arm and says, “Quiet!” LMAO!!!