Oh, Great, a Whole New Way to Get Grossed Out at the Library

It wasn't his crappy attitude that bothered me. There is a kind of person who has real entitlement issues, and they come into the library a lot, so I'm pretty used to them. So I let his long speech about what a lousy library we were because we didn't have all 8 zillion seasons of That One Show that I've Never Heard Of wash right over me. I smiled and nodded in what may have appeared like agreement but was actually lack of interest when my institution was excoriated because we won't let him have 4,000 Interlibrary Loans so he could watch all of the aforesaid seasons of the aforesaid show. I didn't cringe at the sight of the long, white chest hair billowing out of the top of his shirt that had the top two buttons undone. But he did get to me when, in the middle of his speech, he took out his nail clippers and began trimming his dirty nails over the desk. (He was actually miffed when I asked him to do that over a, you know, wastebasket.)