I love lines. You know, the ones that most people wait in? I guess lines, for me, are sort of like snow delays or snow days. They are singular moments in time when your not supposed to be anywhere, where you're not going to be late, when you can just stand there or sit there or lie there and look around at all the people and think to yourself: "Wow, isn't life swell?" I mean what an opportunity to slow the daily grind to a halt. It's an excuse to "smell the roses" and excuse to stare at the magazines on the magazine rack and look at the new flavors of gum and realize that you still don't need any of them. I think some people count on lines. Have you ever slid your way into a comfortable line, thinking about the day and what you would like to do, slowing down in front of the little displays and picking up a book when somebody waves there hand in that withering way and calls, "Hey! I can help someone down here!" And for some reason, though you realize that they should be helping you out and that should be a good thing you think: "dang it, and I was just starting to enjoy myself".

yeh I never thought of it that way. I was always annoyed, becuz I would be rushing to the next appointment. I do love reading those trashy magazines though, light entertainment, and they are free. hehe
» von-nation on 2008-01-09 07:55:57

Well, if you can amuse yourself mentally then lines probably are pretty great. Otherwise they suck. :/
» randomjunk on 2008-01-09 09:57:16

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