Marian, the librarian

So I'm studying at the law library - and I see people glaring at others talking on cell phones or eating lunch overly loudly. So when my phone goes off, I grab it and run out to the atrium, so that I can have a normal conversation and not disturb the peace and relative quiet.

I finish my phone call and when I turn to go back in, I realize - oh crap! I left my ID card at my desk. And now, I'm stuck at the turnstile. I turn to look at the librarian, who just saw me run out the doors three minutes ago, but is now feigning complete indifference, ignoring me.

ME
Um, excuse me?

[No response from the librarian.]

ME
[a little louder]
Sorry, excuse me? I left my Wildcard at my desk when I went to go answer my phone!

LIBRARIAN
Please don't speak so loudly! You're in a library!!

ME
Oh, I'm sorry. I can't get in, because I left my Wildcard at my desk!

LIBRARIAN
Are you a student here?

ME
Yes, my Wildcard's at my desk - I can bring it back to show you.

LIBRARIAN
Are you a law student?

ME
No, I'm a med student.

LIBRARIAN
I'm not allowed to let you in.

ME
I have access via my Wildcard - I just left it at my desk - I can go get it and bring it back to show it to you.

LIBRARIAN
I can't just let anyone claiming to be a Northwestern student into the library, you know.

ME
I promise I'm a student here. I've been studying here since 10am! I just went to answer a phone call, no more than two minutes ago. Um, if you want, you can escort me to my desk, where I promise, my Wildcard is sitting.

LIBRARIAN
[scoffs]
Yeah, because I have time for that?

ME
[speechless]
I'm sorry. I - I don't know what to do.

LIBRARIAN
[huge sigh]
I need you to leave something here as collateral, and then I'll give it back when you bring me your Wildcard.

ME
Uh. I'm not wearing any jewelry...

LIBRARIAN
[loud sigh, again]
YOUR PHONE!

ME
Oh right! Sorry.

So I hand over my phone. She heaves another great sigh, and then clicks the turnstile so that I can enter. I thank her and then hurry over to go get my Wildcard, which was a mere 25 meters away. I come back with the proof that I'm a Northwestern student, and she gives me the third degree yet again, lecturing the whole time about how I have to have identification on me at all times (because according to her, it's a felony apparently if you don't). She makes me fill out some random paperwork and makes me feel like an absolute criminal at the same time. I pause before the signature, trying to figure out what exactly I was signing, and she barks at me, "print and SIGN your name!" Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am.

As I'm doing all this, another student comes to the turnstile.

STUDENT
Excuse me, miss! I forgot my Wildcard at home.

LIBRARIAN
Are you a law student?

STUDENT
Yes.

LIBRARIAN
[clicks the turnstile open]
Happy studying!

Seriously, what the hell dude. She didn't even ask for his name or anything! Clearly, the moral of the story is this: forget about being honest - just lie. I should have known; I was studying with soon-to-be lawyers, after all.

Ugh, I'm so annoyed by her power trip. Totally unnecessary.