(Allow me to apologize before you read any further - I am having a snarky librarian moment.)
I know I'm supposed to be happy when people are reading, to celebrate when things made out of wood pulp circulate, and to cheer when a patron browses the stacks. I'm not supposed to judge a patron's choice of reading materials. All knowledge is worth having, all subjects are equal, freedom of information, blah blah blah. I get it. And 99.9999% of the time I will help you find whatever it is you are looking for, with a smile and without comment, no matter my own personal opinion. It's my job.
But if you call the library on a cell phone with the sound quality of a fast food drive-thru speaker, rudely treat me as if I'm stupid and then ask for Rogue, the newest Danielle Steel novel, pronouncing the title as "roooge", forgive me if you hear a soft snicker. I am only human.