I know what your thinking, what is quiet time?well you know when you go out with mates to rip the town a new one? Everything starts great. The drink is flowing, the conversation is smooth, the company is all that matters. Then after an hour or so, someone heads to the loo, someone else spots an old friend, someone heads to the bar. Then before you know it your all alone, in the middle of town,and no matter how loud the place is you sit there quietly waiting for someone to come back. That is quiet time. It's then that time slows. A minute seems to last forever. You feel like that guy who turns up at a party in fancy dress when it's not. So what do you do? Do you sit and wait for people to come back or go mingle? Then just as your about to give up hope you see a familar face coming towards you smiling. You smile back. Salvation is in sight. Here comes the noise. You feel the pressure lift. They're almost there now. You can't wait. The joy is building. Your being rescued. You shake hands and they say "hey mate, gonna watch my bag thanks" and then they're gone. Now your stuck. You can't leave now, you need to sit there. Even if the building was burning down you have to look after the precious bag and it's unknown contents. Shit!
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