There is a not-so-subtle velvet rope. There is a big red sign. Hell, there are lots of small yellow signs, two to each table. There is even half of a reading room that is not reserved for law students. Yet there's still a boy with a calculator sitting across from me picking his nose. A young girl next to him eating her snacks with a nifty sorority bumper sticker on her laptop.
GTFO. GTFO. GTFO.