To the punk high schoolers who created a nightmare line all on their own: I hope you realize that before you blocked off the box office with your five minute discussion on what movie to see, before you took another five minutes (each) to find your money or credit cards, and before you each spent a minute accusing me of cheating you, there was no line. After you did all that, there was a line out the door for the next forty-five minutes.
I’m not one to mistake correlation for causality, but there does seem to be a connection here.