You Have to Draw the Line Somewhere
Since when do people not know how to wait on line? Imagine if you will: it is 7:30 in the morning, you are tired and cranky, and certainly not a morning person. You arrive at the bus stop where people appear to have forgotten the fundamentals, not to mention the common courtesy, of waiting patiently in an orderly place on line. No! Let’s do away with lines , I think they think as they cluster-fuck together in a clump (or a crowd as some people call it) so that there is no rhyme or reason— and just so I can piss the fuck out of all the other passenger-people . Maybe if you would wait on line you could be lucky enough to stand next to me and hear me bitch about how people do not know what a line is anymore. Here is a line: Here is a line of people: Here is a bus line: Here is a clump (or a crowd—a clumpy crowd): I am just short of snapping and holding a sit-in, or a stand-in—a strike more like it. But there is only so much I can d