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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#62 …it can’t be that time….

October 17, 2012

A three hour stint; invigilating in the Reading Room can be long and tedious; if your bladder is uncomfortable.  The readers are engrossed in research and the clock seems to tick slowly.  Even the sparrows playing in the ivy on the window sill, usually good for a moment or two of distraction, are otherwise engaged.  The silence beyond the clock weighs heavy. Then the last reader gathers up her papers. ‘As if tomorrow will do!’ I think meanly.
I am irritated now as I remind her ‘it is time for us to close’
‘Oh!’ she says ‘It can’t be that time already?’
I smile sweetly.

12 Comments leave one →
  1. October 18, 2012 8:28 am

    What woman cannot relate to a full bladder and having to wait it out? Loved it!

  2. October 18, 2012 9:39 am

    The muffled silence of the reading room, evokes a lot of memories.

  3. October 18, 2012 5:27 pm

    I can hear you on this one. Excellent x

  4. October 18, 2012 7:30 pm

    And after you’ve waited patiently all that time, they still take their time leaving… I felt your impatience.

  5. October 20, 2012 7:22 pm

    So I guess I shouldn’t use any words that your bladder would notice. Like…that’s a nice wee tale. Or, you must be flushed with pride at that one. Or, that was a gushing success. Or, that woman was all wet. 😉

    • October 20, 2012 8:43 pm

      No … I even I have run out of puns of a wet nature … thanks for dropping by xx

  6. October 21, 2012 1:27 pm

    I remember invigilating & you have captured the tedium of it beautifully!

    • October 21, 2012 2:30 pm

      Thank you … we (invigilators) become people watchers and it can be fun but the conditions must be right 🙂

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