No Silence in the Library

Nervy Man: Hi...um...my card doesn't work...
Librarian: Let's have look (peeps card in machine.) Oh right...you've got a fine. It's just 45p.
Nervy Man: I can't pay it now!
Librarian: That's ok - pay it next time you come in.
Nervy Man: OK - can I pay it tomorrow?
Librarian: Whenever you like.
Nervy Man: I might be able to pay it this afternoon.
Librarian: No worries. Just. Just pay it the next time you come in.
Nervy Man: How much is it again?
Librarian: 45p.
Nervy Man: Can I pay it tomorrow?

I spent most of today in the library, doing a bit of research. At one point, I was engrossed in a book about children's literature in which the author was claiming that culture has a tendency to undervalue children. And that 'children's literature' is a misleading category, since children themselves have very little input. And then right on cue, a small boy appeared near to the desk where I was sitting and proceeded to shriek like a monkey being stabbed. (I don't know what a monkey being stabbed sounds like, but I would imagine this was a close approximation). I started to get cross. And then I realised that I was annoyed that my reading about the importance of children's 'voices' being heard was being interrupted by the voice of an actual child. The little boy's Mum lead him away. I'd thought about glaring at them, but by this point I was amused by my own silliness.