The other day, I was driving on the highway and noticed a small tent city in front of a fast food restaurant scheduled to open the following day. Confused, I wondered if it was some sort of protest.
When I got home, I consulted my trusty friend Google, and I learned that the group was camping out, waiting for the opening of the fast food restaurant. Apparently, some people travel from state to state camping overnight to be front and center for the restaurant’s opening and the first 100 are treated to free food.
For a host of reasons, this is not my thing– not that there’s anything wrong with it.
But the sight of people camping out for something they support got me thinking. What would I camp out for? Would I camp out for fast food? Probably not, the experience of the food could last, maybe 15-20 minutes maximum. And for 18-24 hours of being away from showers and running water and sleeping in a tent, I would need more than that. I have done my share of camping, I just prefer it in the woods, not nestled between two strips of 55 mph highway.
I can wrap my mind around camping out for once in a lifetime concert tickets, bragging to my friends about my seats, the songs and the experience. Or, if I were being super mom and camped out to get the “it” toy of the year for my kids for Christmas, I could probably live with myself then too.
I just have trouble envisioning myself yapping on about a sandwich, a fast food sandwich, that I waited out all night for and maintaining any of my credibility. But I guess if the world were made up of only people who thought like me, it’d be a pretty boring place.