The metal detector bottleneck makes for a big assey line, but effects a pleasing visual for the tardy. All those heights and colors and ages and clothes, wearing the same blank indignation. Economic segregation being what it was, and is, and will be, the last place to really mix is when we're against the sticky gears of New York municipal bureaucracy.
And it turns out My Big Fat Greek Wedding, screened to keep us awake, really is universal. That alone was worth the burned day.