Get even how?

I had a dream last night that I was at work, faced with a long line of people waiting to check out and none of them had their cards, and for some reason I couldn't type in any names. I hate dreaming about work; it's just too depressing.

Today was a good day, except for one weird incident. A man was walking away from the information desk looking pissed off, and as he passed me he muttered, "Don't get mad, get even." Um, okay.

"Whaddya mean, I can't have beer in here?"

I worked pretty much through the holidays, but was stuffed too full of chocolate and cheesecake to completely lose it with any patrons. 2008 looks like a might fine year for patron hunting, though.

For instance, there was tonight. A man was sitting at one of the terminals, surfing the internet and occasionally taking a pull from the 40 he had on the table right next to the computer, in plain sight. I know I make fun of our patrons for always being on the left of the bell curve, but this particular guy was shocked -- shocked! -- that we didn't allow beer in the library. He even threatened to write to the mayor about our horrendous policy. I mean, really. How dare we not allow beer in the library? What's wrong with beer? They let you drink it at hockey games, so why not the library? What's the damn difference?

I have my fingers and toes crossed that he really will write to the mayor. What I wouldn't give to be able to read the response to that...