He showed up early to avoid the line. There was no line.
One booth, one lever, bold text: MORE OF THE SAME. The man in the baseball cap and navy fleece is standing at it like someone who takes this seriously, which somehow makes it worse. The lever is a heavy industrial switch, the kind that implies something consequential happens when you pull it. Nothing consequential happens when you pull it. Democracy as a carnival game where every ring lands on the same bottle. He’ll pull it anyway. Everyone always does.