Queen Bea’s Library

Friends, I’m sorry, but I am just a bit bitter today. Patrons keep asking me for money, for printing. Do I look like I’m made of money?

I’ve heard every story.

1. My money’s in my car.

2. I’ll pay you back.

3. I only need 50 cents.

No, no, and no. Stop asking me for money.

Sigh. Now I just need to make myself feel better. Only two things will help me accomplish that goal. Finding that white binder….or enjoying a big-ass piece of cake. What’ll it be, friends?

I have a few hours here, unsupervised, and I’m going to look for that binder. Where did you put that binder, fellow drones? Tell me. Tell me what’s in it.