Eventually, she came barreling into the room where I was shelving books. I could hear her before I could see her. When she saw me, she made a beeline for me and announced, "It's too quiet in here." To which I replied, "It's a library. It's supposed to be quiet."
Does no one else remember the lectures about keeping your voice down in the library? Is that one of those things that will mark me as old, because only old people worry about being quiet in the library?