The queue

I was in a queue in the coffee shop. A very smartly dressed elderly woman walked in and cut across the front of the queue and went to the first available till. There was not an ounce of self-consciousness. She acted as if it were her right. Not one of us in the queue said a word.

And I sometimes think the world is made up of two types of people: those who push in; and those of us who let them.

Note: photo from Nomadic Julien on Unsplash


Published by Peter Runkel

"Work hard and be nice to people." Anthony Burrill

One thought on “The queue

  1. I know what you mean! However, hand on heart, I have on occasion genuinely been oblivious to a queue. I once approached a ticket booth on a station, not realising that there was a queue waiting to go to either one of the two booths. I was sitting on a bench on the station with my ticket in hand when a male commuter from the queue followed me and shouted, literally, at me for my arrogance. I was shaking as I boarded the train.

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