Contact

There is no form, no ticketing system and no chat widget. There is one address, and it reaches one person.

hello@waitforit.funWrite to the door
A 1940 building under a sign reading Department of Motor Vehicles, with a long queue of people down the street
The Department of Motor Vehicles, Los Angeles, 1940. The queue goes down the street and around the corner, as queues do.

What happens to an email

Replies take a few days. If the queue is broken, say what your number was and roughly when, because that is enough to find what happened in the logs.

Things worth writing about

A name on a ticket that should not be public, a result page you want removed, an ending that behaves oddly, a request for a copy of what is stored about you, or a genuinely good idea for an ending. All of those get read.

Things not worth writing about

Offers to buy a place at the front, requests to be let through early, and proposals to put a prize behind the door. The door does not negotiate and neither does the person reading the email.

A door at the bottom of the Idrija mercury mine, opening onto a tunnel. Ten seconds, on a loop, going nowhere.
An engraved 1898 share certificate beginning "This is to Certify that"
An 1898 certificate, engraved to prove that something had happened. Yours is printed from a browser.
A long queue of people in coats and hats waiting to be fed, New York City, 1932
New York, 1932. Every one of these people was waiting for something. This is the version where that part is optional.
A crowd in hats and fur coats standing in a line in the snow outside the White House, 1909
A line outside the White House in 1909, for a handshake. People have always been willing to stand for an hour to be told hello.