Life at college conditioned me to have a natural inclination to queue. Since wherever there was a line there was probably something crucial that I needed to do, I learned that walking past a line was probably a bad idea. That said, I hate walking by a place like HMV and seeing a line of people waiting for the store to open that stretches down the street. Obviously I’m once again missing something crucial. I can’t help but think, What do they know that I don’t?
The queue today on Winter Street was a weird mix of folks that I would be loath to try to fit into a single demographic. They looked as though they could just as easily been waiting for an ESL class, and illicit Wednesday morning bingo game, an appearance of Bennifer Loffleck, or some weird amalgam of the three.
’Course, I’m brilliant because while all of this was going on in my head, I didn’t think to ask any of them why they were there.
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