Bank!

I enjoy waiting in line at the bank.

1. It’s air conditioned.
2. You never know who else will be waiting in line with you. 

The last time I went to the bank, I stood behind a middle-aged man wearing a bright-red satin shirt with a large tiger printed on the back. He had a similar tiger tattooed to his right forearm. I wanted to ask why, but I’m shy about talking to strangers. I was also worried about being rude, because I’m not skilled enough to disguise my question as praise. I couldn’t convincingly say, “Oh, that’s a really nifty tattoo you’ve got there” and then subtly hint that I’d like to know the extent of his tiger obsession. I’d probably end up saying something like, “That’s so weird how your shirt matches your forearm!”