Daughter: What’s the name of the book you were telling me about when I was visiting?
Mother: Not sure which one you’re talking about – I usually have a few books on the go.
Daughter: The one written by a mother of one of the Columbine killers.
Mother: Oh, yah….good book, for sure. I’ll text the title to you later – can’t remember it at the moment.
Daughter: Ok. Thanks. I’m in the library.
Mother: The library? Really? I’m stunned. You don’t like books.
Daughter: Yah, I thought reading some true stories would help me.
Mother: Hm. Sounds like a good idea. Still can’t believe you’re in a library!
Daughter: My friend and I came together. I’m looking for an intellectual man!
Mother: Oh….OK. Got it! lol.
Daughter: I don’t know how to find the book. It’s been a long time since I was in a library.
Mother: Well, ask a librarian to help you. They’re always so kind and patient. They love digging up the perfect book.
Daughter: Ok. Thanks.
HALF AN HOUR LATER.
Daughter: Found it!
Mother: An intellectual man?
Daughter: No…the book!
Mother: Ha, ha. Well, you’ll have to visit more often to find the man.