Random people like to tell me their business. This goes no less for my library experience.
My library never has any book I want. Ever. I think that card carrying members check out my kind of books and never bring them back. These real or imaginary folks are censoring my library.
I am a glutton for punishment, however, and I keep going back.
This time I hit pay dirt and most every book was in or waiting in queue for ME! Wow! And double wow at all the cell phones ringing in every corner of book shelves and surrounding tables. One gentleman, and I use that term loosely, was loudly announcing HELLO into his device. The building is a fortress, dude. Whoever is calling can not hear you and YOU CAN NOT HEAR THEM! Five hellos later, while walking around still did not connect him to his important call.
I step up to the librarian stand (my description and not a fruit or vegetable in sight) and I address the ladies with eyes blinking rapidly and wonder in my words, "What happened to silence in the library?"
The answer comes out with sighs of resignation about the signs posted everywhere. Then it happens. I ask the two ladies if they have ever thought of a poker and I offer a hand signal of zapping because I can't find the right word and one of the ladies fills in the blank with a resounding, "cattle prod?" Then the other lady says, "how about a taser!?" She adds, "I've thought about a bull horn and sneaking up on the offenders and shhhhhing loudly behind them." They both summed up the conversation with "now you know what librarians dream about."
Thank you ladies for sharing your business with me. You made me laugh.