At our FLGS, We had a 24-hour game-a-thon
to support the troops,
raising money for the USO.
At the half-way mark we called the gamers to order,
said a little prayer, and had a minute of silence for the fallen.
BUT, during the silence, a tomcat in the alley behind the store
was either killing or being killed, because the most horrible screeechy
caterwauling permeated the entire quiet game store.
It was awful, ruined the mood and would not stop,
made the 1 "minute" feel like sixty.
When the club president finally said amen, dutifully
at the end of the minute, my cousin said loudly into the
lull that followed:
