There appears to be a contest brewing with the 7 o’clock pot and pan clanging.  Inevitable, I know.  It is where a few people want to get the last clanking in.  So it happens that the mass clanking ends, the cacophony over, and a second later…

Clank.

Then, from elsewhete, clank.  Round a few rounds at greater silence.

And then comes the standoff.  The only way it ends is with each participant, everyone trying to get the final sound in, does so quietly enough to convince themselves that, yes I was the last person.

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