There’s a fairly good chance that if you find yourself behind or in front of me in a long line, and if you appear at least moderately friendly, I’ll probably say something to you. Something like, “Hi” or “Lines at craft stores are always so long, right?”
I do this because I like to talk to people. Some people don’t like to talk to me, and that’s fine (singular, but fine). But if you’re cool with it, we could most likely have a great conversation that would make the line seem shorter for both of us.
Last year (I can’t remember the month, but I believe it was around this time) I was in a long line at a very crowded Starbucks. There was a nice-looking girl in front of me, and we struck up a conversation. I think it started because we were practically squished together in this line that was quickly outgrowing the available space. I honestly don’t remember much of what was said that day, but I walked away feeling like the world was a little bit smaller and I had just met a very sweet human.
Fast forward to 5 weeks ago. I’m sitting in Starbucks, and a girl walks over to me. With one brief look I know she’s the same girl I met last year. She said something to the effect of, “Were you in here a few days ago editing photos with some sort of tablet?” That’s all it took for us to embark on a several minute discussion about photography, my Wacom tablet, and Society6. And I left Starbucks that day with a new friend, Meegan.
The moral of this story is: always be friendly to the people around you. You never know where you’ll meet a terrific new friend!