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pauraque_bkThe library in my new city is pretty nice, and usually quiet-ish. I understand that people no longer expect silence in libraries, which is sad, but I don't expect it anymore.
That said: I was studying in a room with about 10 other people who were also reading or studying, and actually everyone was being totally silent.
Two people, a man and a woman, walked up to the doorway of the room and started having a VERY LOUD conversation about someone they knew who was sick, detailing their symptoms at considerable length. AND VOLUME. I waited about five minutes, figuring this couldn't go on *that* much longer, and it just kept going on. And on. And on.
(This may not have had anything to do with it, but by far the closest person to them (actually they had parked themselves about two feet from him) was a black guy reading in a chair, occasionally glaring at them. It would have been horribly annoying either way, but this just made the picture worse, to have these white people totally oblivious to how they were being SO RUDE to a non-white person, as though he didn't exist. But I digress.)
Eventually I walked up to them and said, "Hey, there are a lot of people trying to study in here, and we can hear your conversation. Maybe you didn't realize that."
The woman said, rather indignantly, "We work here."
Seriously? I am very glad that I thought quickly enough to reply, "Then you should know better."
They didn't have the decency to look chastised, but at least they left and went into the closed area for library staff.
I'm tempted to write a note to the head librarian or something. I'm not much of a complainer either (the only time I've actually ever complained at a library was when some boys were making racist remarks to a girl and I wanted to get them thrown out), but omg. So terrible.
That said: I was studying in a room with about 10 other people who were also reading or studying, and actually everyone was being totally silent.
Two people, a man and a woman, walked up to the doorway of the room and started having a VERY LOUD conversation about someone they knew who was sick, detailing their symptoms at considerable length. AND VOLUME. I waited about five minutes, figuring this couldn't go on *that* much longer, and it just kept going on. And on. And on.
(This may not have had anything to do with it, but by far the closest person to them (actually they had parked themselves about two feet from him) was a black guy reading in a chair, occasionally glaring at them. It would have been horribly annoying either way, but this just made the picture worse, to have these white people totally oblivious to how they were being SO RUDE to a non-white person, as though he didn't exist. But I digress.)
Eventually I walked up to them and said, "Hey, there are a lot of people trying to study in here, and we can hear your conversation. Maybe you didn't realize that."
The woman said, rather indignantly, "We work here."
Seriously? I am very glad that I thought quickly enough to reply, "Then you should know better."
They didn't have the decency to look chastised, but at least they left and went into the closed area for library staff.
I'm tempted to write a note to the head librarian or something. I'm not much of a complainer either (the only time I've actually ever complained at a library was when some boys were making racist remarks to a girl and I wanted to get them thrown out), but omg. So terrible.
