Since we moved to Omaha last summer, I have been at war with the local city library. Usually, the library is one of my first discoveries in a new town. In fact, the library and the local Target are what I consider our personal "McIllece Family Welcoming Committee." But not this time. Our home is in a very new development, and because we technically haven't been incorporated into the city limits, we have to PAY A YEARLY FEE in order to check out books. From our local library. Scandalous. How much you ask? $30. But its the principle of the thing. So I decided to show them. We've lived here for 8 months and 4 days and I have never been inside the Sump Memorial Library. I even grunt and shake my head in disgust when I drive by.
But after some major soul searching which included a realization that I have easily spent five times the yearly fee by actually having to purchase books to read, being desperate enough to re-read Madame Bovary for the sixth time, and knowing all the local Border's employees by name, I finally bit the bullet. Slunk in the door, wrote the check and got my very own library card. And checked out four books for me and one for Anna.
I guess I showed them who's boss.