I was at a big warehouse party and approached a young gentleman waiting outside the bathroom. “Are you in line?” I asked. He said no. When I came back out of the bathroom, he was still waiting. “You’re still here.” I said. He nodded forward, a bit drunk, and shouted, “I was going to follow you in, but I figured it would be rude to all these people waiting in line,” just as the song dropped off. Everyone in earshot laughed.