Not Free From Child Free
(I am a freshman at a university in Utah. My university’s library has three floors. Even though it is a college library, students who are parents still bring their kids along with them. A lot of the time, these parents can’t control their kids or just don’t care to. Normally, though, the top floor is supposed to be kid-free, so I go there. It’s midterms, and I am trying my best to finish a six-page paper, when suddenly a mother brings in three of her kids, sits down, and starts working. After around ten minutes her kids start running around, making fart noises, and screaming. I try my best to focus and ignore them; I even get up and move to the opposite side of the library. The kids continue to run around, wreaking complete havoc, for thirty minutes. When I’m finally done, I walk over to the mother at the table where she’s just typing away at her laptop with her headphones in. I tap on her shoulder.)
Me: “Miss, are these your kids?”
Woman: “Yes.”
Me: “You realize the third floor is supposed to be kid-free, right?”
Woman: “Yeah.”
Me: “And?”
Woman: “I don’t care. The only spot I could find downstairs didn’t have a place for me to charge my laptop.”
(I manage to glance at her battery, and she’s full.)
Me: “Well, I know you have headphones in so you can’t tell, but your kids have been running around creating a lot of noise and just being distracting.”
Woman: “Well, I didn’t manage to get a sitter.”
Me: “So, you just thought, ‘Let’s bring them to a university library and distract everyone else during one of the most stressful times of the semester.’?”
Woman: “I have to study.”
Me: “Yeah. And the twenty other people up here also have to. I get that being a parent and going to school is rough, but this floor is supposed to be child-free. I’m sorry you want to keep your laptop plugged in even when it’s fully charged, but please be courteous and think about those of us who came here to get away from children.”
Woman: *now looking pissed off* “You have no idea what I am going through!”
Me: “I have three nieces that live with me at home that produce a lot of noise. I come here to get away from that and focus. I would never be so selfish as to bring them here. Please, be courteous and go to one of the other two floors.”
Woman: *rolls her eyes* “Whatever. You’re not in charge.”
Me: “Fine. I’ll go talk to one of the librarians who will tell you to leave.”
Woman: “Fine.”
(She left, but before she did, she screamed out, “F*** you, bitch!” I just laughed and said, “What a great example you are for your kids.”)