I can't find the G-Spot

In my library, the Triple Crown Publication books are very popular. Triple Crown is the self-proclaimed leader of the urban fiction renaissance. Some of their titles are Whore ("Whoever said whoring wasn’t easy, never lied! But somebody had to do it!"), Bitch, In Cahootz (Three years after orchestrating the demise of her baby’s daddy and his crew, Tukey Tosh resurfaces with the opening of No Draws – a club that sells everything from sex to Ex), and my person favorite, G-Spot: An Urban Erotic Tale.

They are very popular with black women -- especially high school kids -- kinda of like the Harlequin Romances of the streets. These books are almost never on our shelves. Quite often they are stolen.

Or apparently hidden in the library. A HS freshman asked for the book G-Spot yesterday. We were supposed to have a copy on our shelves. So I took her back to look for the G-Spot. But I couldn't find it. G-Spot was not where it was supposed to be.

"This girl said she hid it," said the freshman.

"Well that wasn't very nice," I said. "Who said that?"

She told me who it was, someone I didn't know.

"She said she hid it in the magazine shelves," the girl told me.

So now I'm looking all over the library for the G-Spot. We have about a hundred different sections of magazine shelves. I'm lifting up shelves, sliding magazines around, pushing things out of the way. But no G-Spot. Can't find it anywhere. I now have to tell a high school freshman that I cannot find G-Spot for her.

 

I'm glad BYH isn't the only one.

 

If you fumbled around more than a minute, you did more than most --- umm, librarians -- would do.

 

I don't think the issue with him was locating it. I always thought it was sticking around long enough to say hello.

 

I found it!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G-spot

 

A high school girl asked an adult to help find a book called G-Spot? Did she blush or does she not know what that term means?

 

Was that supposed to be humor?

 

Listen, fuckers, theft of books in libraries is a very serious issue and I will not stand for you bastards besmirching my good sex name eight seconds longer.

 

No one is besmirching your good name -- you don't have a good name.

So rest easy.

 

Outing alert: BYH is...

 

Hmmmmm. No comment.

 

Launch a probe.