I may be wary to answer the ubiquitous question of whether that outfit makes you look fat, but I have no qualms against telling someone at the library — someone speaking at a volume incongruous with the environment — to shut it. It’s final exam season. People are stressed.I’m stressed. So why do people think it’s acceptable to engage in long, lively conversations on the third floor of Clemons Library or that this is an appropriate place to make phone calls? Take a call in the stairway — that’s fine. Even I hit the “silent” button when my mother calls so the vibrating noise doesn’t bother my neighbors, but I step out of the room to call her back.
Someone is talking loudly on the phone, BRB.
(Originally posted Dec. 15, 2010)