The best patron

I was once checked out by the nicest woman. She treated me with the respect and care I think all books deserve. She used a book mark to keep track of her place instead of dog-earring my pages. Actually, she used the due date receipt so that it reminded her of my return date. She also kept me away from liquids and drippy food. I was never used as a hot pad, stepping stool, door prop, bug swatter, or flower press. It made my spine tingle to know that someone cared about the state of my well-being. After two weeks, she returned me to the library where I awaited the next lucky patron who would enjoy my thought provoking innards.