A patron comes to me at the front desk of the library. She wants to get a library card.
"I haven't been in a library for years, and I just moved to the area. I love books and libraries! I'm so excited to be here and get a card!" She enthuses. But then she stops short in self consciousness. "Wait." She says. "Did I just say all that super loud? Am I being too loud for the library?" She asks quietly.
I smile. "Wait for it." I say. And I hold up a finger.
A blood curdling scream issues from the children's room and splits the night.
"Worry not." I say. "You're way ahead of the curve."