This amuses me far too much.

So I work Saturdays in a small local library that has just enough users to keep its funding. Around lunchtime, the whole place is a silent as the grave, so, in the absence of anything else to do, I stood at the counter doodling random animals on a piece of scrap paper. The previous week I'd filled up an entire page of aardvarks, my favourite animal to draw.

So after a while, the librarian comes over and starts going on about how great my little cartoons are and how I should look towards a career in book illustrations. I stand there, feeling immensely flattered, until she says "Those donkeys you drew last week were truly excellent."