Shhhh
: On the way up to Cambridge, I accidentally found myself on the Acela quiet car: no cell phones; quiet headphones; quiet conversations; I’m surprised they don’t restrict keyboard klacking. I understand the need but the problem is that this only leads to a new form of schoolmarmish scolding. Some poor guy in the next row didn’t know he’d arrived in the quiet car; his cell phone rang; he answered it; the lady in the seat in front turned around the shhsssed and scolded and scowled. He apologized and hung up. She, of course, needed absolute quiet to concentrate on the copy of People she took three hours to read.
4 responses to “Shhhh”
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I’m always around noise, I’m not sure if I could take it!
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“Some poor guy in the next row didn’t know he’d arrived in the quiet car”…and that’s suddenly the problem of the people who chose to be in the quiet car?
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What they need hung at each doorway to those “quiet cars” are the little “librarian shushing” action figures !!
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The woman may not have *needed* absolute quiet–she *wanted* absolute quiet, which is why she went to the quiet car. Nothing wrong with that, no matter what she was reading–or even if she was just looking out the window.
