We Brits are known for our propensity for queuing. There is a clear etiquette for queuing, which must be adhered to at all times in order to maintain decorum. Without decorum we would have anarchy!

Just think of what the Pub Landlord, Al Murray would say about where we’d be without rules!

So you’ll understand why I wasn’t amused when this guy pushed in front of me in Superdrug. There was no need for it so I called him up on it. “Excuse me,” I said, “I was here before you. It’s a bit cheeky to push in like that.”

He tried to say that he’d moved out of the line to look at something, but as far as I was concerned if you leave the line you forfeit your place (unless you ask someone who is waiting behind you to save your place), and he hadn’t. Then he apologised.

Score: Manners 1; Yobs 0

I wouldn’t tell anyone else to chastise someone as I did today because in the worst case it could lead to a physical alteration (queue rage). It can be a volatile situation. The previous time I did something similar I ended up swearing at the guy and nearly started a brawl in the train station!

When idiots ignore the principles of queuing, the Brit in me seethes inwardly or becomes a passive-aggressive nutter while the Jamaican in me wants to cuss and berate the offender. Which will win next time (for there will be a next time)? Come on people, behave yourselves for my sanity.

Further reading:
Standinaqueue
Why do the British queue so much?
Order, order

And a queue of pics, lining up for your attention:

Written by PJ | Posted in my life

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