I returned a stack of books to the library today.  28, to be exact.

It took me four trips from the car to carry them all.  The first three loads went in the book drop with a satisfying thud.  As I returned with a fourth load, someone was jamming a stack of books into the slot.  She forced some in and then couldn’t fit the rest.  “It’s stuffed full,” she announced to me.  “No more room for anything else.”

I just looked at her.  When she went away, I reached into the drop and worked the books loose until they fell.  Then I added my books and went home.

Hooray for small hands and tiny wrists.  High risk for carpal tunnel problems, but oh-so-useful for that pinnacle of evolution: the library book drop.