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"Are you going to be this excited about Half-Life 2?" I asked him as we headed for the door.
"Fuck Half-Life 2."
We stood by the front door. Just the two of us. We must have looked like we were on a smoke break, minus the cigarettes. Trevor surveyed people coming in from the parking lot. Every now and then, he'd say something like 'I bet that guy's going to get in line' or 'Here comes one'. But no one else got in line.
"Hey, dude, over here," he said, waving his arms to a guy in a Sci Fi Channel T-shirt. The guy looked around to see who Trevor was talking to. "Yeah, you. It's over here. This is the line for Doom 3. We're first, so you're right behind us."
"I'm just here to get a printer cartridge."
"Oh, okay. But if you want, they're selling Doom 3 at 12:01am. You're behind us if you're going to get in line."
Thirty minutes later, Trevor decided we needed to make a Starbucks run. "One of us needs to hold our place in line. Do you want to go, or should I?" The Starbucks was right at the corner. I could see it from where we stood.
"I'll go. What do you want?"
When I came back, there were two more people with Trevor.
"Hey, the line is behind us," Trevor told me with mock indignation. "No cutting!"
"Here's your java chip frappucino."
"Heh, I was just kidding. He's with me," Trevor told the other people, "and I was saving his place."
the moral of the story: if you are a rube who likes to stand in line for midnight sales, make sure to let people know that you're a rube by yelling "hey, over here, dude!" to anyone who passes by. then when you've got their attention? you can tell them 