Not to take what you said out of context, I have this to say about standing in line.
One day I was standing in line at the market, waiting to buy a couple of frozen pizza’s, a box of microwave popcorn, and a case of pop. A person three or four places ahead of me in line was paying with change, so of course the people in line were restless and grumbling about the extra time it was taking for her to pick through the pile of coins and count out the correct amount. And after she was gone the cashier was apologizing to everyone else about the wait. And I am standing in line thinking, “My grandfather never lived in a house that had running water”. Unless you count the hand pump in the kitchen. He owned a house that had running water in town, my grandmother and their kids stayed there during the winter so the kids could make it to school. But he always lived on the farm, and he never saw the need for indoor plumbing. It just wasn’t a necessity. He grew or raised almost all of the food he ever ate. Think about all the work involved with that. And this is only two generations away from me. This is a world my father lived in. Thinking about the way my grandfather lived, and the family he and my grandmother raised, I have a hard time being upset for having to stand in line an extra couple of minutes for instant food or instant cash. Or feeling sorry for any of the other people in that line.