me (m): "may I get a library card to check out these books?"
librarian (l): (strong New England accent)"yeah, we-a about to close, so let's make it fast."
m: "oh, are you sure it's alright?"
l: "no, it's fine, let's just get movin'"
m: while she's typing up my info, I notice none other than TWO of Pat Conroy's new book on the shelf behind her. Gasp. "Is that Conroy's new book behind you?"
m: "can you check to see if you have any available?"
l: still typing and looking down, "no, none available."
m: in my most pitiful voice "oh really? are you sure?"
m: "you know, he and I are from the same area."
l: "ummm hmmm"
m: "he's one of my favorite authors."
m: with my sweetest smile, in low voice "you think maybe someone's late picking up one those books behind you?" wink, wink.
l: looks up from the computer over her glasses at me, "ya need to get it outta your head, you wa not getting the book."
No longer in the south.