MY friends and I like to teach quantum physics to the people infront of us, hold Rock-Paper-Scizzors tournaments, estimate the speed of a roller coaster at any given visible point on the track, and inevitably at least once per trip I try to tell my purple wombat joke, which results in my friends threatening to throw me off the ride. *** Edited 4/16/2004 6:50:53 AM UTC by Danimal***
Generally I doze off into a state of trance, in which reality blurs and I think my life, the things that happened during the last weeks over and over until I find the moments that hurt most, and then I become really angry at myself and somewhat claustrophobic and I wake up again to find my friends in the same kind of staring-at-the-wall state of being. At which point I normally decide that it's time again to laugh a little bit and to cheer people up, so I try my best to make a conversation and to whip out some wit, making fun about all kinds of things or telling funny episodes from the past, knowing and feeling very clearly that this is just a method of filling the time with senseless and in the end, nonsensical and futile activity. When the wit succumbs, I start to stare around again, slowly dreaming away, trying not to think that I had been standing here for 30 minutes already in this slowly moving line, and the loop starts anew.
I personally think extensive waiting times are a violation of human amusement rights!
I just stand there until someone notices my coaster related shirt. Of course, if I'm on the east coast I would be wearing a shirt from the west coast, and vice versa, which, to the average peasent in line, this would be astonishing.
Of course, they always ask if me if I've been to such and such park, and I inform them that I am a coaster enthusiast, and that even though I've been to such and such park, I would never be caught there again until they build an Arrow 4D, an Intamin Plug and Play Woody (their eyes always widen when I say that one) or a B&M Dive Machine.
By this time, they are completely in awe of me, so I go ahead and mention that I've ridden nearly 400 coasters, and how if this park really had its act together, I wouldn't have to stand in line. I am a man of priveledge, and the park owes it to me, and all of my friends on the INTERNET agree with me.
But of course, who here doesn't do that anyway, right?
I look around the whole queue and see what other people are doing and listen when they are talking about roller coasters. I see them mad, get lost. ask questions though there all understandable, most of them don't know the ways of the park(Nor do I but I know from the customers view). I laugh when they are off on a fact and maybe talk to them so as to feel like it was worth the wait for this particular ride. What I am going to try and do the next time I go to a park is look for the world famous mullet haircut, maybe I'll take pictures with a coaster in the background. As always I stare at the coaster, and listen to the roar of the train and stare at the brakes so as to see the open and close. As always I twiddle my thumbs look at the gum on the railing *** Edited 4/16/2004 12:29:04 PM UTC by WILLDOG***
-Handheld Yahtzee or video poker -Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon -20 Questions -I Spy -thumb wrestling -ABC games (try to think of things in a certain category that start with each letter, in order) -movie games (take turns naming movies that start with the first letter of the last word of the last movie the previous person named) -Discuss theoretical coasters -Try to get pennies to land on small areas (i.e. the wooden fountain on the Beast, or the generator below the station on Top Gun) -See how much spit you can save up in your mouth. And then, if you're waiting for the front seat on Raptor, you can spit it all into the giant fan 30 feet below. ;)
Lines? What are lines? No really, I usually listen to the "educated" tell their friends all about the "stats" and what not of the coaster trying hard not to laugh or correct them because they are so far off most of the time. What else do I do....OH, I try not to look like an ACEr, but since I'm skinny that's not hard. AND I don't where coaster shirts. I take pictures for MiG updates and usually I am looking back through my files on my camera grumbling about how I am going to have to crop this and how stupid people wouldn't move, and yada yada. ;)
Most of the time, we just talk. But for the REALLY long lines, we have a couple games that are good at killing time quickly (like, for instance, the alphabet game, Jeff's 1-10 (from the Boy Scouts), and the classic "I went to _____ and I brought..." game!)