A dad came to the library with his two young children to take out some books. His preschooler walked beside him as he held his toddler on one hip and brought his books to the circulation desk. After checking out his handful of books and putting them in his tote bag, he asked a staff member if he could have some help.
"With what, sir?" she asked.
"Help out to my car," he responded.
The staff member apologized and explained that we were currently short-staffed and there wasn't anyone available to assist him. After he left, she burst into laughter. "He only had two kids, the books were in a shoulder bag - what's the problem?"
I answered, "He suffers from disabilities, both mental and physical. It started about four years ago and has become significantly worse in the last two years." My colleague immediately stopped laughing and a stricken look came over her face.
"You know him? Oh, I'm so sorry! What's wrong with him?" she enquired.
"No, I don't know him," I responded, "I just know that he is afflicted with UFS."
"UFS?" she pondered.
"Useless Father Syndrome," I replied.