There are various “statistics” that purport to tell us how much time we spend in line over our lifetime, and the numbers, no matter which ones you believe, are not low. Five years is a number that sticks in my head for some reason. That seems like a long rime, but, I know I’ve been in some long lines.
Way back in 1964, when I was just a lad, my family went to the New York World’s Fair. A very memorable experience. One of the things I remember most however, was standing in line waiting to see some of the exhibits. For four hours, in the heat of a mid September day, we waited patiently for our turn to enter the Ford Motor Company pavilion. I say patiently, but I’m sure that wasn’t exactly true. I remember nothing of what was in there.
We form lines in so many places that we go. Gas stations, grocery stores, the theater. Waiting to get in, waiting to get out. But waiting. And not always with a smile on our face. It can be frustrating. Especially when some people don’t respect the line and try to jump in someplace other than at the end.
In my current life as a junker I go to a lot of yard sales and estate sales. Generally yard sales start when the first customer shows up, regardless of what the advertised start time is. I try not to be too early because I know that not everyone is ready to begin their sale before dawn, or even by the time they said they would open their doors for business. At estate sales the company managing the sale generally will wait until the appointed time before letting anyone in.
And people begin lining up sometimes hours in advance in order to be the first in inside. You get first crack at whatever you’re looking for. Most of the time. I’ve been first in line, or near the beginning only to find that by the time I get in, two minutes after the opening, a whole lot of the stuff is already marked sold. But that’s another story.
We want to get in. We’ll wait in the cold, the heat and the rain. Sometimes there are lists to sign up on to keep the record straight as to who was there in what order. Sometimes numbers will be handed out. All of that is great when the sale managers decide that not everyone can go inside at once, so numbers one through whatever are the first group. I’ve been number whatever plus one many times!
Usually I don’t mind too much. Especially if there is something there I really would like to acquire. But I can get cranky if the opening is late, or if the line isn’t controlled. I know I waited forty five minutes past the stated start time for a sale once, and I, as well as a number of others, were not amused. But we waited, grumbled and went in.
It’s when they line falls apart that I really get irked. I’ve been standing here waiting for thirty minutes and so and so waltzes up and just walks in. Sometimes the estate company will monitor this, sometimes it’s monitored by the people in line. It gets testier if the crowd self monitors.
One time we all got a number and lined up. Then when it was time to start the manager said everyone left face and enter. The line had become a row, and everyone went at once. Grrrrr!
Once inside you face the possibility of another line. The one to checkout. Hopefully everyone doesn’t decide to leave at the same time, but early in the day that’s a good possibility. Twenty people with a couple of items will be in line to pay. And you have to decide how much time you want to spend in line to get whatever you are getting. An hour for a one dollar gizmo? Nope. Twenty minutes for a great treasure. Yes.
But again, there are folks who don’t respect the line. Sometimes it winds and twists and it might be hard to see where the end really is. But the crowd straightens that out. Sometimes some fool will jump right to the front and say I have cash and only one item, I’ll just be a second. The estate company needs to manage that crap.
Yesterday my wife and I were at a sale where the checkout counter was in the garage, near the entrance, and a display of many things for sale. The people in there were either looking, on their way in, on their way out without purchases, or on their way out waiting to pay. It can get confusing and jumbled. It ended up that you had to go out of the house, into the garage, and then out of the garage to the end of the line. It made several turns in that space, and people would see a corner and try to jump in.
Generally it’s an accident, but sometimes not. When the people in line squawk enough that offender will move to the end. My wife is big on following rules. And she was determined that no-one was jumping in the line in front of her! And she wasn’t hesitating to let the entire populace of the Universe know that. Relax, it’s going to be ok.
We watched as people made judgement errors, but no-one got in ahead of us. It’s frustrating indeed. Like a lot of things. But I try to look at the big, big picture. In the overall scheme of things in the universe, if I’m second or third in line for an estate sale is pretty minor. I just like to go and see what is a available for me.
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?