Waiting line 1
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Sometimes you are waiting, waiting for a bus, train, for your flight, in the supermarket, at the doctor, dentist, hairdresser, at the sportclub and so on. Lots of people are around you, whose personality and/or lives are not known to you. And in their attitude and handling starts to appear an image or a caricature of what they (possibly) are. Some of them seem untouchable, they stay an outside image. It's not that I see things like this, but I would not know a better way at this moment to express the feeling of it.