Needing a quiet place to read and take some notes, I spent a couple of hours last night at the local public library. Volunteer tax preparers were noisy in a back room, but not quite disturbingly so; however, one of them talked in normal conversational tones on a cellular telephone whilst walking about the library. An older woman seated nearby my table answered a loud cellular telephone ringing in her purse and talked loudly about how she was in the library waiting for little Billy-Bob’s ball-game to end. Some people have no more sense than owl-droppings or courtesy than the average marmoset.