I am one of those people who loves their library. In college, I would spend every Saturday morning I didn't have class in one of the comfortable library chairs. I couldn't help myself. It was relaxing, peaceful, and refreshing.
I appreciated that others felt the same and honored the unwritten rule of quiet in the library (which is rarely enforced these days). Unfortunately, recently I found myself being one of those people. You know the type. They seem to make loud noises at every turn and somehow I caught the bug. Each time I moved, something heavy fell out of my hands/purse/lap/sky and disrupted the entire reading room.
I knew what people were thinking because I've often thought it myself - "Why did that lady bring an anvil to the library and insist on dropping it?"
Maybe next time I will smile graciously at the person a few feet away who is disturbing my quiet time. Maybe.
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