On our weekly visit to our new local library (of which our city is so proud), our senses were assaulted by the sound of several small, crying, shrieking children. It went on and on. Now, what is wrong with this picture? It was literally like sitting in a nursery school.
What’s happened to the quiet, hushed library atmosphere we have all grown up to expect, and enjoy? The atmosphere was abrasive, at best, and it just went on and on.
No employees seemed to notice, but the rest of us did — surrounded as we all were (about 20 patrons). After sitting it out for 30 to 40 minutes, we felt compelled to flee the scene before our computer time was up.
There is a children’s section — especially for those who are not even using a computer, but simply waiting around for someone to finish. And it is even on another floor; probably a reason for that.
When I did finally find the person in charge that day and voiced concern, I was simply told, politely, that they didn’t want to post a sign or, heaven forbid, speak to the “offenders” for fear of “offending” someone. What are we? Chopped liver? Don’t we matter? For us it was unacceptable.
Joy Wilson, Nampa