There's a woman that comes into the library.. she must be about 80…. million years old.
She rides her bike around town, and occassionally I'll see her almost plow down some kid that has made the mistake of thinking that the sidewalk was for walking. She's safe though, because she wears her bike helmet. The thing that gets me is that sometimes – she'll wear her helmet the entire time she's in the library, which can be over an hour. Sometimes she takes it off, but we still call her the bike helmet lady.
I don't like her. The helmet thing bugs me, but that's not a big deal. She's got some attitude going on that really bugs me. She keeps typing letters to people, and I've given up trying to show her how to print it and just do it for her, but I'm getting sick of her walking up to the desk, doing her "come here" hand gesture and then saying "Sir, you need to come help me." She emphasizes the "need" turning it from a request for help to a command. And she has no problem doing this while I'm helping someone else.
Get this though – lately she's been riding her bike without her helmet, but she still wears it in the library.