Anyway, so this lady comes in with a little boy, couldn't have been more than 3. She went to the microfiche machine and sat down, and I lost track of her because I was examining the shelves. About 10 minutes later, the head library lady came up to me and asked if I had come in with a "little one." I said no. She went around asking all the other people in the section, till she got to the microfiche lady.
NM: Negligent Mother
NM: Yes, I did!
L: Oh, well, he's in the children's section crying.
NM: *sounding concerned* Oh he is? Oh no!
L: *obviously relieved and thinking to lead this woman to her son* Yes, he's just over this way...*walking away to the kid's section*
NM: *watches the librarian walk away, then just turns back around and goes back to her microfiche*
A little while later the librarian came back and told the lady she had gotten the kid settled down with a book. But what the hell? It is not the librarian's job to watch your kid for you.
Wouldn't you think a good mother would at least have gone to see what was wrong with her kid? Brought him and a book to the table next to her so she could keep an eye on him?