When I was young, my mother would to take me to the library. It was a place I knew that as soon as we walked through the door talk was minimal and in hushed tones. The only thing you could hear was the clank of the library clerks’ machine as she checked books out. As libraries have evolved to the have lost their silence and even gone techy with machines that check books in and out. Talk isn’t shushed anymore but even encouraged. This morning I was queued up patiently waiting for the next machine when the lady behind me suddenly whispered.
“Hi how are you?”
Not wanting to be impolite I whispered back “fine thank you”
I was now rather confused as I didn’t recognise her but she obviously knew me or at least my mum. “She’s well thank you” I whispered back.
I shuffled forward in the queue and she dully followed and the whispered again.
“I am going to have to go” she paused and I wondered what I should say. Before I had chance to ask if she was OK she carried on “there is a strange lady talking to me”
She then turned just enough for me to spot the wires of the ear piece from her phone. She hadn’t been talking to me but had been on the phone the whole time.