It’s the thing now to queue at the bar instead of along it.
A single-file line in front of a ten-metre counter, like it’s Centrelink and not Happy Hour.
When did we all agree on this?

Every time I light the fire this winter, I hear Jeff Probst in my head narrating like it’s a Survivor Fire-Making challenge .

“Michael has a spark… can he turn it into FIRE?”

I’m just trying to stay warm, Jeff, not win immunity.