Last week it was the patron who came in well beyond the point of intoxication. We had to call the cops and later an ambulance to get rid of him and his alcoholic vapor breath.
The week before that it was a recurring problem with the Quiet Study room. The first incident involved a patron turning the carrel desk into their private bar. They downed some beer and left the bottles for us to pick up.
A few days later, a patron decided that he wanted to eat his steak dinner in the Quiet Study. He pretty much had a picnic spread with him, replete with all the necessary accoutrement: a dinner plate, fork, steak knife, bib a la napkin, and sauce. When he was told that food was not allowed in the library, he was completely indignant.
Where do these people come from?