Library Drama

I love the library.


But I really dislike my local library.


The only people that work there are old, cranky, former DMV employees.


It doesn't help that I have funded the library through late fees.

Regardless, we're off.  It's summer, and we haven't read much (so far).  And Dyleva loves to read. 

I make sure everyone has used the potty before we head out.  We get there, not 5 minutes later, and Eva needs to use the potty.

Seriously?

So the bathrooms in the library are single, and exterior.  So I need to leave one child unattended while helping the other.  Outside of the library. 


There is a ridiculously large key that needs to be attained at the librarían desk, (the pleasant librarian) and then taken outside the library to use. 

Eva gets it.  I help her exit the library, only to set off the alarm of course because I am hurrying and still have an unchecked out book in my hand. 
I help her open the bathroom door with the clumsy key.  I ask if shes ok, and I return to Dylan who is inside the library still. 

Moments later she returns. 

That was fast.

"No, Mommy the toilet is plugged.  I can't use that one."  So we go back out, and sure enough pleasant librarían comes out and puts an 'out of order' sign on the door, and mumbles something about the custodian's day off.

So that leaves us bathroom #2.  Which has been occupied since this whole incident began. 

I knock on the door.  No response.  Secret excreter.

Along the way we somehow picked up a good samaritan/man that is also waiting for the bathroom. 

He comes up and pounds on the door.  Jeesh!  But elicits a response.  The secret excreter lives!  ...and needs more time.

I make an unfortunate comment about the ridiculousness of the bathroom situation.  

Big mistake.

Well the good samaritan turns out to be a homophobe and begins to explain how he is a library volunteer and these accommodations are necessary to ensure the privacy because there are some people that cannot respect bathroom laws and inhibit others rights.....blah blah

I completely (and rudely) cut him off before I hear the word transexual and said that the majority of public restrooms have multiple bathrooms in a common área without problem.

We walk away. 

The secret excreter is taking way too long and I am ready to leave. 

Meanwhile,  Dylan is inside dancing on library tables.....

Actually he was very well behaved.  Looking at his tormenta book. 

"Mommy, look at this tormenta!  There is no house left!  And this tormenta knocked the house down and only left the potty."

I looked at him and said, "That's more than we have right now."