The moment a stranger’s foot dared to cross their invisible line, the air instantly thickened with tension. An ominous hush fell over the group, a signal that the boundary had been breached.

“Who’s there?” they’d call out, their voices cutting through the silence like a warning shot.

As the outsider paused, uncertain, the tribe’s stance hardened. “Get outta here!” they’d yell, their words suggesting unspoken threats. “You don’t belong here, you’re not one of us!”

The intruder, feeling the weight of countless hostile gazes, would understand. This was about a spot in the line. The outsiders, attempting to skip ahead, were violating the sacred order of the queue.