From Mae B's Journal:

I sneaked in the back door of the library the other day because I wanted to find out what goes on behind the scenes where my masterpieces will be stored.

I had no chance to observe, because one of the librarians was standing right there as I walked in. She gave me a dirty look, I tell you! Then she had the gall to tell me the public was not allowed in the back.  As if I was a part of the unwashed masses. What a nerve! When my books have taken the world by storm, that woman will be calling every librarian in the entire world, telling them that she used to welcome me in the backdoor.

I told her so, too. And I added that there would come a day when I would have to use the back door of every place, from libraries and bookstores to Walmart, just to escape my fans, and she might as well get used to me using it.

She had the nerve to repeat, "The back entrance is for employees, only" and escorted me rather rudely out into the public area of the library.

I pointed to the stacks nearest the front door and announced loudly enough for everyone to hear, "You might as well take down all those tomes. My books will soon fill all that space!"

Those library people depend on writers like me to keep them in business. That sour, stubborn librarian might as well learn that right now.