Hey, mister. Yeah, you. The one with the cell phone that rings to the tune of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” I’m talking to you, mister.
This is a library. A library. Get it? Which means use your inside voice and turn off your damn phone before I kick you in the shins.
Now, put that thing on vibrate and give it to me.
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