Maybe I would queue for something I really wanted. Like a mystical and heavenly scotch at a bargain price. Or Salvation. Maybe. It has always been a rule with me - if there is a line - I split. True at nightclubs and (especially) bars. The only place I have ever really lined up with any sort of regularity was communion at mass. But I was a kid and didn't know better. Once I was older and not a puppy to my parents - I rejected that line as well....

<<And, like you, I've always looked on those scenes with one part revulsion and one part fascination and all parts absolute conviction: Never>>
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<<I had my numbered wristband and we all marched, calmly and dutifully>>

Now that is the way to run a Wii shortage, a nice line like a communist country without the dangerous stampeding of crazed shoppers with small pupils and large elbows who act like they are on PCP and speak like they are Drill Sergeants.