So I went to a cold and blustery conservation area today (http://www.conservationhalton.on.ca/maple.html), and to fully partake in the experience we had to get some pancakes with real maple syrup. Of course this entailed standing in a line, in freezing wind, for about 25 minutes.
Here's the thing that amazes me: So to get to the front you must have been in this line for a half an hour, yet people would get up to the window, get asked what they want, and they'd then sit there going "hrmmmm" leaning out to see the menu board, carefully contemplating what they'd like to order.
UP AGAINST THE WALL!!!!
What the hell did they spend the half an hour in line doing? Oh, I get it, they're just grandstanding because now they're at the mic.