We’ve all been there. You’re tidying up, and suddenly, you stumble upon it: a relic from the past, coated in a fine layer of dust and guilt—the long-lost library book. My heart sank as I pried the forgotten treasure from beneath a stack of old college textbooks. It was like finding a missing sock, except instead of mild relief, I was met with a wave of impending doom.
The Dreaded Library Book Discovery
The book in question was “The Care and Keeping of Unicorns,” a childhood favorite I’d checked out during a fit of nostalgia. I vaguely remembered borrowing it. Okay, maybe I didn’t. The due date stamped on the inside cover mocked me from across the chasm of forgotten time. It had been years. YEARS!
My mind raced, conjuring images of stern librarians wielding overdue notices like weapons, the mounting late fees enough to fund the library‘s next renovation project. I imagined being banned from the hallowed halls of literature, forced to wander the literary wasteland, forever denied the sweet solace of borrowed words.
