THE SCENE OPENS WITH MRS. B, MY FELLOW "LIBERRY" ASS. WORKING A SHIFT ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON. THE LIBRARY'S GLASSED OUTER FRONT DOOR SLOWLY OPENS AND THE FAMILIAR FACE OF A LONGTIME FEMALE PATRON CAUTIOUSLY PEERS IN.
MRS. B: Hello.
LONGTIME FEMALE PATRON: (Looks shocked) Your... your door is open. (Points to open wooden inner door)
MRS. B: Uh huh.
LONGTIME FEMALE PATRON: (Pauses) Is it okay for me to bring my books in?
MRS. B: Sure.
LONGTIME FEMALE PATRON:
I... uh... I was just driving by to put them in the book return, but it
was locked. Then I noticed the door was open and wondered what was
MRS. B: Wrong?
LONGTIME FEMALE PATRON: Yes. I mean it's Sunday, isn't it?
MRS. B: Yes. But we're open on Sunday.
LONGTIME FEMALE PATRON: (Amazed) You're open on Sunday?!! Oh, my gosh, I didn't know that! How long have you been opening on Sundays?
MRS. B: (Not wanting to embarrass the patron by pointing out that Sunday has been a standard day of operation for nigh unto two decades) Oh, for a while now.