The Worst Day Ever
Leslie/Tammy 2, Hades, 223 words
“Well if it isn’t the infamous Leslie Knope, Parks Department.”
“Well, if it isn’t… Satan!” Leslie improved, spitting out the word, far louder than necessary. If she managed to disturb the quiet of the library while she was on this fool’s errand, all the better. Tammy looked smug and bookish behind the check-in counter, scanning in book after book without even looking at the titles.
“To what do we owe this pleasure?”
“Oh, I assure you. The pleasure is mine.” No, that wasn’t right. The library was disgusting. Not anything to cause pleasure, let alone Leslie’s. She shook her head. Focus, Knope. “I’ve come here, gracing your scummy halls, because.” Damnit. She couldn’t say it.
Tammy edged to the front of her seat. “Because you need a book?”
Leslie refused to answer.
“Perhaps something out of print, something that only the library has access to.”
“No!” Leslie shouted, immediately on the offense. But. “Yes.”
“Best thing I’ve heard all day. Leslie Knope. Asking for help.” Tammy slid off her chair and began to type on her computer. “Title?”
“You keep your snake face out of this, Tammy Swanson! I’ll find it myself.” Leslie stalked towards the stacks, realizing belatedly that she didn’t know the Dewey Decimal system.
