I am at the reference desk, minding my own business, quietly monitoring the commons for students in need of a helping hand. Suddenly a loud booming voice, male most likely, interrupts the peaceful quiet. I look around, expecting to locate him nearby. But everyone is busy tapping their keyboards and listening to something via earbuds. Where is this guy? I walk towards the cafe. He must be there. But the cafe is empty. I can still hear him, engaged in an argument presumably over the phone since I only hear one side of the conversation. I am curious now. I climb the stairs and walk the perimeter. No one seems to match the conversation I am hearing. And I can hear it everywhere. I am surprised I am not getting complaints.
I finally walk past the archives reading room, and there, in the inner office with the door closed, is a student chatting away. He is so loud that I can't believe there are 2 closed doors between him and me. I don't know whether to ask him to tone it down or just pray that his conversation concludes. I catch his eye and make motions for him to speak more quietly. He nods. The level of his volume does not change even a smidge. He smiles and waves at me and I am perplexed.
I am just about to enter when he hangs up. "Sorry," he mouths and gathers up his stuff. That was interesting.
I finally walk past the archives reading room, and there, in the inner office with the door closed, is a student chatting away. He is so loud that I can't believe there are 2 closed doors between him and me. I don't know whether to ask him to tone it down or just pray that his conversation concludes. I catch his eye and make motions for him to speak more quietly. He nods. The level of his volume does not change even a smidge. He smiles and waves at me and I am perplexed.
I am just about to enter when he hangs up. "Sorry," he mouths and gathers up his stuff. That was interesting.
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