I would have set up a video camera to the right of the door at open da night and filmed people as they came in walked to the corner of the bar. I would capture the moment of realization and the slow turning of the head as each realized that the line actually started three feet back, so as not to block the game on television, and actually stretched all the back to the pool table. But I am not a conceptual artist. So much so that one of my tiny moments of joy was meeting Kelly Mark in the cafeteria at NSCAD and ripping on Damian Hirst.