The Unspeakable

I have taken it upon myself to be somewhat productive this break and am shelving books...for three days straight. Not to mention a whole "four" hours of shelving each of these days which is a grand total of 12 hours for working this break.
Yes, I am going to over-exert myself I know, but what can I say? I am a workaholic and addicted to shelving. My work ethic is definitely something to be emulated and awed upon. However, one patron during work today did not think so. At all.
During Christmas break, it is beyond me why anyone student would spend their days in the library. This is not my idea of "recovering." I personally prefer to sprawl on my couch accompanied with a generous helping of pumpkin pie while watching some sort of life-altering movie like, How to Train Your Dragon. Then I usually pass out and wake up to a nicely formed pool of drool beneath my face. Good Times. I did this all day yesterday. And the day before and will probably do it all day tomorrow as well. Busy times ahead.
While working in the main sorting area today with my fellow coworkers (place where you place books on carts), a patron walked in while embracing her laptop with an easily detectable anger in her step. In the other hand, she was holding a coffee cup almost as big as my face, which I was sure to comment on upon noticing it.
"Dang, that's quite the holiday coffee mug you have there. What does that hold? Like, 16-20 ounces? I'm impressed you can carry that with one hand," I said very politely.
"Oh. Well. Thanks," the little patron responded coldly. She continued to speak, "I would just like to say that in all my years as working as a librarian, I have never had to tell a fellow librarian to keep their voice down. Please, your voice carries all throughout this floor of the library and it's quite a disturbance." The girl then took a sip of her coffee cup, turned around, and left.

I was stunned. Shocked. Who does this patron think she is? I complemented her huge-ass coffee mug for goodness sake. I was a little hurt but decided to keep my singing to a mere minimum for the rest of the hour. I am pretty sure she is the only person in the world who does not enjoy my rendition of Chris Brown's "This Christmas."
People would pay to listen to this. Top dollaa. Money be green. Yea.