Waiting in Line

Isn't it amazing how when you're snaking back and forth in line for a coaster, you get really friendly with the people who are there doing the exact same thing? You smile at first but after 2 or 3 passes through those monotonous mazes, you start to recognize them and nod in recognition. By the 4th time around, you're asking each other questions like "Where are you from?" or "Isn't the weather (insert description here)?" Right when you think you could possibly like this person and are about to invite them out for lunch or at least a giant cotton candy, one of you reaches the coaster loading dock and speeds off for an adventure leaving the other behind wondering if you'll ever see each other again. Sometimes you do, but the intensity of the encounter is gone, leaving you to not much more than a nod of recognition as you hurry on to the next thrill ride. Most of the time you don't. Sometimes friendships are like that, too.