A man’s wife asks him to return a library book for her—

He says sure, he’s doing a bunch of errands anyway so he adds the library as an extra stop to his day. When he gets there, he approaches the counter and says “Excuse me miss, I’d like to return this book.” The young lady behind the counter gives both the man and the book a funny look. “This book?” she says, picking it up. “Yes,” says the man. “I’ll also take care of any late fees. Apologies from my wife, she said she meant to return it quite awhile ago.” “Sir,” says the young lady. “This isn’t a library book.” “What?” says the man, confused. “What do you mean?” “I mean, look at it!” says the lady. “There’s no stamp on it, no laminate covering, there isn’t even a check-out card in the back. This is clearly a book that your wife purchased or had given to her. You should bring it back.” By now the man was embarrassed. How was he supposed to know what a library book looked like? He was far too busy of a businessman to go to libraries. “Well my wife doesn’t want it,” he says. “She insists that it IS a library book and she wants it returned. Is it possible for me to just donate it?” “Oh I’m sure you could, if you wanted to!” says the lady. “Perfect,” says the man. “Well then miss, I would like to donate this book to this library.” “Sir,” says the young lady. “This is a Wendy’s.”