In Michigan, we have a 10¢ deposit on cans and bottles. They’re refunded by feeding empties into a machine that counts them up. But there are never enough machines, so a line forms. And right now I’m watching 7 dopes inspect each container individually before feeding it into the machine.
There is a weird part of the human brain where there is a slight reset when entering a new room, probably to survey the new place for something that will kill you. It is the reason why people forget what they are doing when they go into another room.
In public, it is really annoying as there are people behind that person during their reset.