Dear sir or madam...
...As the individual who checks out your books, I thought you may be concerned to know that your son and/or daughter has just picked up a work whose soul purpose is to showcase bouncing boobies.
I had a mother come up to the desk with a mountain of books carried that took multiple childen to carry, several blocked cards, and items she wanted to renew.
That's all well and good. End of the work day though it was. But then she pulled out a copy of Kiki's Delivery Service and asked me just how much magic it had and if I thought it was appropriate for children in a manner rather similar to the mothers who feel the Harry Potter series should be burned.
Seriously, Kiki's.
I told her it was a very feel good family classic more about the magic of believing in one's self than about the magic itself.
So, warily, she decided to take it. Claiming that she could always watch it first before she let the kids see it.
Then? Her low-digit-tweenager son comes up behind her with a DVD asking if he can check it out and she waves him along with his card towards the self-checks.
His DVD? A slimpack boxset of Air Gear.
*facepalm*
He would have gotten away with it too if my conscious hadn't intervened.
'Ma'am, I think I should warn you that, unlike Kiki, that DVD is very much R and not for children.'
The lesson?
People are dumb.
I had a mother come up to the desk with a mountain of books carried that took multiple childen to carry, several blocked cards, and items she wanted to renew.
That's all well and good. End of the work day though it was. But then she pulled out a copy of Kiki's Delivery Service and asked me just how much magic it had and if I thought it was appropriate for children in a manner rather similar to the mothers who feel the Harry Potter series should be burned.
Seriously, Kiki's.
I told her it was a very feel good family classic more about the magic of believing in one's self than about the magic itself.
So, warily, she decided to take it. Claiming that she could always watch it first before she let the kids see it.
Then? Her low-digit-tweenager son comes up behind her with a DVD asking if he can check it out and she waves him along with his card towards the self-checks.
His DVD? A slimpack boxset of Air Gear.
*facepalm*
He would have gotten away with it too if my conscious hadn't intervened.
'Ma'am, I think I should warn you that, unlike Kiki, that DVD is very much R and not for children.'
The lesson?
People are dumb.