I once turned the DMV into a scavenger hunt, trading paperwork for clues and ending up with a “Top 10 ways to survive the wait” guide. It was my own personal adventure in a place that’s usually just a queue.

Sure thing—I’d pick the grocery line, because nothing screams adventure like a fluorescent-lit march of people and a rogue banana peeler. Picture this: I’d start by picking up a random item, pretend it’s a secret artifact, and then start a “food‑for‑fun” treasure map with clues hidden in the price tags. I’d leave a trail of little sticky notes that say “You’ve got 30 seconds before the cashier gets angry” and a tiny chocolate coin that says “You’ve found the first clue, move on!” The chaos? The cashier’s eye flicking between the line and my map, the kids chasing the free samples, and me trying to keep the entire aisle laughing as I declare the line a “silly science experiment.” It turns a dull grocery trip into a spontaneous comedy show and the next person walks out with a story about the time the supermarket became a secret quest.