Liberry Sunday

Sundays are weird around here. Library traffic increases as church services wind down. This morning, on the way in, I found myself sitting at the light behind a vanity plate which read TRYGSUS. Such is life out here in the fundamentalist outskirts of an otherwise livable city. Coming out here to work often feels like visiting another planet. Lots of GSUS on the minds of the folks. As a result, I tend to rack up a lot of blessings. This or that church goer is always wishing me a "blessed day." This always makes me feel uncomfortable. There is something in that salutation that carries an air of superiority.. I've begun to consider it an insult. Add to all this the fact that there is nothing decent to eat, there is nowhere to get a cup of coffee, and no one out here seems to notice if the Saints are playing and you begin to feel as though this little backwater burb is not really part of New Orleans.
Sunday is also homework day. That is to say that the local school children are frantically finishing their weekend assignments. That is to say that the local school children are frantically trying to begin large projects that were due last Friday and complete them during the four hours that the library is open on Sunday. That is to say that the parents of the local school children are actually here without said children and are frantically trying to complete these projects for them. That is to say that said parents are not quite so interested in these projects themselves and are much more interested in bullying the library staff into doing much of the work for them. This is why we need GSUS to bless us so much.