Whatever happened to librarians who spoke softly and (carried a big stick)?
This one carried a big mouth and stuck it into every molecule of the air at Spring Garden library. Projecting about five levels above normal in the stacks (a place where people are concentrating--locating, perusing, reading) and continuing her love affair with hearing herself echo above the din of a supposedly subdued space in the main library behind the returns desk, she made me wish for the ones with buns and lowered glasses who used to purse their lips with index finger erect.
Do they not train librarians to set the example to maintain a relatively quiet space for study and concentration, meditative reading and thinking? This one belongs elsewhere; she is a fish flopping phonetically out of calm waters. —AnnoyingNoisePollution