thieves in the library

yesterday, after i left work, the children's librarian caught a kid stealing candy from the program room. the children's librarian was setting up for a program, going in and out of the program room, so the door was not locked as it usually is. she walked into the room and saw one of the regular brats (that we have to babysit) in the room. she saw that he had his pants pockets stuffed and she saw that candy that was set out on the table at each child's place setting, was missing. she asked this kid, who is a glib, fast-talking little prick who thinks he can charm his way out of every situation, to empty his pockets. he did and, low and behold, there's the missing candy.

now, i would've called the cops, because i am not nice. the librarian didn't even take the candy away from him. the Prick told her some big fat lie: the bus driver of bus 39 gave him candy. right. all the children's librarian did was tell the kid to have his mom come in when she picked him up.

once again, i would've called the cops.

so, now we have a known thief in the library and frankly, i am leery of keeping my locker unlocked. we have never had locks but i am thinking of getting one now.

i am also sick to death of babysitting other parent's brats. the middle/high school is right across the parking lot and all the tweens come over after school and cause us nothing but grief. i HATE THEM! but, i hate their parent's more.