Lines are a very complicated thing. I think maybe humans are the only creatures to line up, but I don't really know and I didn't take the time to look up anything about that. So let's just assume that I'm right.

Our cruise was definitely chock-full of lines. We waited in a line to get aboard, we waited in line for the elevators, we waited in line to eat, and we waited in a line to get off the ship. I think you can learn a lot about human behavior by observing the way different people act in a line-up type of situation.

Seriously.

There are the people, like me, who are so timid they may let too many people go in front of them because they are beyond terrified that they might be rude and cut in front of someone. There are the opposite type of people, who don't care and decide that wherever they happen to step into the line is the proper place, without ever bothering to look back to see if anyone was already there (you see that one a lot).

Then, there are the old guys.

They are a whole different type, because they not only tend to choose the wrong place to get into the line, they will complain about the length of the line as loudly as possible for the entire span of time that they have to wait. Now, there are other groups of people that do this, too, but they don't have nearly as much ear hair, so I'm leaving them out.

The old guys are fascinating because it's almost as though they're looking for something to complain about. They'll find it, too, because they're experts. Then they'll stand (usually right in front of me) and grumble loudly about the weather, the line, the food, the line, and the music. Oh, and then they'll mention the line again. Plus, their entire conversation is laced with mothball-scented burps from "that damn buffet food." That makes for a less-than-pleasant line experience for anyone within smelling distance.

Not that lines are that pleasant of an experience, it's just that some lines are less stinky than others.

The ear hair also has a life of its own, floating ever so carelessly in the breeze. That's dangerous, because it's easy to get mesmerized and then the old guy will mistake your stares for an invitation to converse. Yikes. You will, however, be drawn into conversation with him, because that's just part of life. Deal with it.

Humans may be the only creatures to stand in lines to wait for the buffet to open, but we are not alone in the ear hair department. 

For instance, look at this zebra's ear hair. Somebody get him a groomer, please. Geez.

Somehow, that kind of ear hair is way less gross. Oh, well. Happy Friday.