She (the paid caregiver) had been dropping him off to use the library by himself while she took her dinner break every Wednesday

The job description of "paid caregiver" seems to preclude the notion of dropping off somebody at a library so one can swing by for a meef quesarito. (unrelated) Glad he was a friendly bee.

A librarian filled Disney would have been amusing.

I could have tolerated some more orderly lines, and maybe some rational compassion for strangers. I couldn't get to sleep last night because I was reliving a moment in the fast pass line where, in trying to help out some confused foreigners, I inadvertently invited them to cut in line in front of me (thinking that it was less than a minute wait, and the line had just rearranged itself around them). The guy behind me asked, "Hey, you know you just let them cut?" to which I responded, "We're all going to the same place," to which he responded, "Yeah, but not as fast." I shrugged, and he proceeded to heat the back of my head with hate rays for the rest of the 45 seconds we shared personal space. I fell asleep trying to calculate the approximate inconvenience of the ~12 or so people behind me to the slight help I gave to strangers. Then I remembered it was the fucking fast pass line, and went to sleep.