I went to Silent Book Club yesterday. Usually when I go, there are a few people, and if there is chatting, it is quiet chatting. It usually is at a level where it doesn’t bother anyone.
Yesterday, I got there early, but there were a whole bunch of chairs set up, so I assumed that many people had sent in their RSVP. No problem. The more the merrier.
The bar line was long, and reached where I was sitting. Again, unusual for this crowd. I ended up not getting to the bar because I wanted to get into my book as soon as I possibly could.
I started reading, and an interview started near me. Ok, well, that won’t last long, and we weren’t at the scheduled quiet period yet. Not a problem. I could tune that out for a while.
Suddenly, a man started talking very loudly. Announcing that he was a lawyer and telling all about how his work days go, how he decided to become a lawyer, what he would be doing if he wasn’t a lawyer, etc. He went on and on and on, loudly. I have noticed that the louder the conversation is, the more boring the topic is. After about 20 minutes of listening to this guy talking to hear himself talk, the man next to me packed up and walked out. It was impossible to concentrate.
Finally, the announcement was made that conversations should stop, and they could be picked up at 5:30. If we wanted to thin out the crowd, we could go into the bookstore itself or into the bar next door. Finally, I got to read, in theory.
People left slowly. One gentleman kept moving seats as soon as one became vacant. I shall call him Goldilocks. This chair is too hard. This chair is too soft. The lighting is better here. It’s too warm in this spot. With all that moving, I would be amazed if he got anything done.
By this time, I had gotten a lot of my reading done. Almost as much as I had planned on finishing when I started out. But, 5:30 was approaching, along with the restart of the conversations. I walked out the door at 5:28, just so I would not have to listen to it any more. The guy needs a volume knob.