I’m on a shopping expedition, picking up an online order. There’s a long queue and I’m at the end of the queue.
I’ve done this before. Routinely I have been busy until they text me to say it’s my turn.
This time, I’m sitting on a bench in the January sun, listening to the freeway, the store’s piped-in music. Smelling the kettlecorn stand 25 feet away. Watching the shoppers come and go.
Do nothing. Be bored. Feel the sun. Check the queue progress periodically, and wait.
No podcasts. No information or exhortation from my phone. Just sit.