February 25, 2014 – I wanted to research how to get a New Hampshire driver’s license, but my computer was down. Sawyer suggested that we take a walk to the library.
“They hand out library cards. Maybe they hand out licenses, too!” she reasoned.
It was worth a try. We tossed a couple of apples into my satchel and started down the road toward town. When we entered the library, a cheerful woman was waving a wand over the back of a book until it chirped. Then, she did the same thing to another one.
Sawyer cleared her throat, announcing our presence. The woman looked above us for a mere second before returning to her task. That’s when I piped up.
Once again, the woman raised her head briefly. Seeing no one that matched the height of her counter, she went back to work. Good grief! This may turn out to be harder than we thought!
That’s when I noticed a lovely rectangle-shaped opening positioned slightly below the counter’s rim. Sawyer gave me a leg up and I squeezed through, landing in a plastic bin of returned books. I scrambled out and gave myself a good feather shake before tugging on the pant leg of the industrious human. She turned around and upon seeing me, tossed the novel she was holding into the air. It landed with a thud on Sawyer’s head! I was worried that she might have been knocked out cold, but she gave me the “thumbs up” sign through the book slot and motioned for me to keep going.
After the woman regained her composure, I politely asked her if she could please direct us to the appropriate person from whom we might receive a valid NH driver’s license. She did not seem comfortable around me. She leaned back against her station as far as she could and pulled a swivel chair in front of her. I took the opportunity to get closer to eye level and jumped onto the seat. This made her extremely skittish, and she shoved the chair with a hearty push to the other side of the checkout desk! I had to hold on to the back cushion for dear life! Thankfully, it stopped rolling when it slammed into a stack of unopened boxes recently delivered by the UPS man. I peered over the top looking for my best friend.
“What kind of people are these librarians?” I blurted nervously.
Sawyer motioned for me to calm down and whisper. Evidently, they’re the kind of people to whom you must speak quietly, less you’ll startle them. A fact I wish I had known prior to my inquiry. I took a cleansing breath, returning my attention to the bespectacled clerk.
“Excuse me… If you’d be so kind, I’d like to know where I can get a driver’s license. Then, I’ll be on my way.”
The thin, slick-haired woman gasped, clearly unaware that chickens speak. In spite of her fear, she managed to spit out some sort of code.
“DMV?” I echoed.
She nodded her head and leaned back, desperately trying to become one with her workstation.
I poked my head through the book slot to confer with Sawyer.
“Clearly, I’m not getting anywhere with this one. She’s speaking gibberish. What should we do?”
“Let’s head back and regroup,” She suggested. “We can stop at the center store for an iced tea and a raspberry scone.”
Yes! I scrambled back through the shoot, landing in a plop at Sawyer’s feet. “I would love a scone about now!”
We pushed open the door to freedom and left the library behind. Sawyer nabbed a local newspaper from a bookshelf as we left. I looked over my shoulder to wave goodbye to the nervous woman behind the counter. She was crying and shaking. Now I felt bad.
“Don’t cry!” I hollered as the glass doors were closing. “I’ll come back again and visit! You’ll learn to love me!”
My sentiment must have been too much for the sensitive worker to handle. She dropped to the floor, out of sight. Sawyer gave my wing a tug, and just like that we were off on our next adventure. Minutes later, we were entering the general store in the center of town, laughing about the time Peaches wore a single kale leaf as a fascinator. Good times.