Fined for Forgetfulness

I took DD to the Sherwood Hall library the other day only to discover that I'd left my library card at home. No problem. The librarians can type my name into the computer and within seconds, pull up my account. Right? Except that this particular day the librarian decided to give me a lecture via my kid. Insert sickly sweet voice: "Tell your mommy that starting this summer we'll be charging a dollar if we have to look up her name. Remind her to keep her library card in a safe place, okay?" Grrrrr. I worked as a desk page at the library all through high school and college; trust me, it takes very little extra effort to look up a record on the computer. I felt like saying to my daughter, "Tell the library lady that a dollar for ten strokes on a keyboard is highway robbery." I know it's only a dollar but still...