: 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.
by Jeff Jarvis