Dear Guy at the other end of the "quiet room" at Wake the Dead:

You're an ass.

It should be self-evident to you why you are, at this time, an ass. "Should" being the operative term. You obviously aren't aware that you're an ass or why since you continue doing the thing that is the cause of your assery.

YOU ARE PLAYING YOUR MUSIC WITHOUT HEADPHONES.

I can hear it from the Other End of the Room. It is clashing with the music that is coming out of the speakers.

ASS.

Your lack of self-awareness is at once baffling, amusing and seriously obnoxious. You can't afford headphones? What is your problem? You know, you're probably the kind of guy who talks on the quiet floor of the library and doesn't get why everyone else is silently hating you and hoping your table phases through the floor.

Oh, look. My dashing fiancée is coming over to tell you to knock it off.

That's right. Your assholery has come to an end, and no amount of heinous looks will bring it back.

Victory in our time!