Lines, lines, lines

I’ve often wondered if there’s anything to be done about lines. For one, are they necessary or do we just put up with them because we think they are? 

Another interesting aspect of lines is that they show up in many walks off life. Even in cars, or on a boat, people still line up.

Everywhere we go, we line up. What does this say about humanity?

Maybe I am reading into this too much and lines are just a natural by-product of humans being pretty good at most things but not everything. And also, people don’t really look to improve the scourge of lines. They don’t study lines.

Perhaps I am just writing about lines because, when I went to get my morning coffee, the line was so long that I was able to write this entire post before I got to the front of the line.

-Clay