I had some time to kill Tuesday evening before needing to be somewhere. I decided to spend that time reading, but where? The library of course, there was one very near to where I eventually needed to be. What better place to read a book than the library right? Wrong. It was one of the worst places I could have chosen.
What has happened to the library? I remember when I was younger having it drilled into my head that the library is a place where you whisper, keep your voice down. Be respectful of others. Peruse the stacks quietly, look with wonder at thousands of books, all there to be read. Somewhere along the way this idea has been thrown out the window. The library, this particular one anyway, is loud and distracting, I might have had better luck at the McDonald’s down the street. Cell phones loudly ringing, people speaking loudly on them, kids running around loudly yelling. I could barely concentrate on the words in front of me.
It’s really sad when a place dedicated to serving readers is one of the worst places to read. I suppose I should be happy that the library is being used, that it was busy enough to be loud. But, to be honest, I’m not. Looking on the bright side has never been a strength. Anyway, I won’t be making that mistake again, next time I need to kill some time I’ll suffer the heat in my car in a parking lot somewhere, maybe the parking lot of the library.