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As a young twenty-something college kid my parents did the unthinkable – they actually made me work a part time job during school. My various employments throughout my college career included waiting tables, landscaping, parking garage booth attendant, and finally, circulation desk at the local university science library.
This last job lasted the longest, as it allowed me time during the later evening hours to study while I worked, as few students checked books out after about 9:00 pm. Generally my shift started around 6 o'clock and the library closed at midnight. Two students worked the desk until ten; then one left leaving the remaining student to handle the closing procedures.
The ten o'clock to midnight period was usually pretty boring, with maybe one or two customers needing to check out books. The reference desk closed at 9 pm, leaving just me and the student campus security guard in charge of the building.
Being a typical university, there were plenty of nubile young coeds running around; however the good looking ones seemed to avoid the science library. The majority of the female students who used my library were either butt-ugly, or foreign.
It always amazed me that a person who could barely say the words "I'd like to check this book out, please," could read something like "
Tungsten Hexacarbonyl and Resonance Ingenane Spectroscopy.
"
The foreign students ranged from a few eastern Europeans to hordes of Indians and Chinese. The Indians were the worst – cooking curry on a hot plate in a study carrel on the third floor is NOT cool.
The Asians killed me. Several of the girls tried to be hip and trendy, wearing short mini-skirts and their hair done in crazy punk styles with their tight "hello kitty" t-shirts. They'd saunter around the building acting like they owned the place -- like they were God's gift to the chemistry department (yippeee!).
I'm sure that to be chosen to attend a nice university in the United States they were probably the smartest kids in their rice farming village, and their attitudes reflected this standing. Most, when checking out books, would barely acknowledge the lowly undergrad student behind the counter. I considered myself lucky if I got a grunt as they slammed the unintelligible books down for me to process.
Wanting to help out, and needing the Christmas break off, I offered to work through the Thanksgiving holiday. Unfortunately, exchange students don't go home for the break, so the university keeps the libraries open for them to use.
Thanksgiving night, about 9 pm, the library was a virtual ghost town. The student campus security guard kept falling asleep at his desk just outside the doors in the lobby. The reference desk closed early, leaving me the only employee in the building.
I passed the time by reading and sending text messages to my buds, wishing I was anywhere but at the science library.
My reverie was assaulted by a loud
bang
as a small, petite Chinese girl slammed a book down on the counter.
She was about five feet tall, maybe ninety pounds soaking wet. Tightly hugging her slim hips was a denim mini-skirt, intentionally frayed at the hem, which came up to about pussy-lip height. Her shirt choice was a light cotton "hello kitty" polo, white, and her long, glossy black hair was pulled back into two long pigtails held by pink ribbons.
Her perky little titties came to just above the edge of my counter, and thrust pointily out toward me, jiggling slightly as she banged the book down.
"I need check out book," she demanded in haltingly broken engrish.
The book was titled
Synthesis and Structural Properties of Sodium Titanate.
It was about 200 pages of impossible to read gibberish, and once again I shook my head trying to fathom how someone who barely spoke English could read something so advanced.
"Student I.D., please?" I inquired pleasantly.
The girl whipped out her I.D. and haughtily threw it across the counter towards me.
"Prease hurry, I need study this night for important exam Monday."
When I scanned her I.D., her account showed up as past due, with over a hundred books checked out in her name. My boss had personally signed the notation stating that until the overdue books were returned Li Xuan could not check anything out.
"Um, I'm really sorry miss, but your library card has been frozen. Until you return all your overdue books, I can't check anything out to you."
Her almond shaped eyes flashed and her chin came up. She jabbed at my chest with a slim index finger. "I need book now! Overdue books in my dorm room, also in other student dorm room."
"I'm really sorry...if I check this book out to you I'll get fired...and I'm not a rich foreign exchange student."
With a loud huff she reached out and grabbed the book and turned to head for the exit. I watched her perky ass bounce as she stalked across the lobby, titties jiggling merrily.
When she hit the exit gate all hell broke loose. Sirens went off, lights flashed and Bill, the security guard, leapt to his feet, hand on his baton. Holding out his hand, palm up in front of him he sternly shouted, "Sorry, miss, I'm going to have to check your person for books that haven't been checked out."
A small crowd formed to watch the proceedings, people appeared from around the corner to see what all the commotion was about.
Li Xuan was not happy. She stamped her little foot and whirled back around towards me.
Uh oh
, I thought, as she marched straight at me.
"I—need—Book--NOW!" She accentuated by stamping her foot with each word, causing her perky breasts to bounce enticingly.
"Sorry, miss, I can't do that." I replied with a smirk on my face, trying but failing to remain dispassionately neutral.
"I have big exam Monday. I go out of town this weekend. I need book NOW!"
I crossed my arms across my chest and tried to appear extra stern.
"Again, clear up the account, then I check book out to you."
She thought for a second. I could practically see steam coming out of her ears. Eyes flashing, she glared at me, "I back in few minute."
She whirled, pigtails nearly whipping me in the face, and charged through the exit, leaving the book on the counter in front of me.
About twenty minutes later she reappeared with a stack of about twenty books in her arms. She unceremoniously dumped them on the counter in front of me.
"I return books. I need to check out
Synthesis and Structural Properties of Sodium Titanate.
You will check book out to me NOW!"
This girl's attitude was starting to piss me off.
