Waiting In Line

I’ve worked with so many nationalities and in so many countries that I know that stereotypes do have a basis.  It’s on holiday, however, where one notices the British ability to queue and wait for something to be your turn.  Or rather, other nationality’s complete inability to adhere to “first come, first served”.

I’m looking at you, France!

Waiting at the bottom of a ski lift, one definitely has to strongly hold position if you’re not going to stand on that free foot of snow in front of you, then someone else no doubt will.

Whether or not I’m good at queuing depends upon one’s definition.  I keep my place, but I do get annoyed.

One of the reasons I get annoyed is boredom.  On my way to work this morning I was in two queues that meant it took me about an hour to do a 35 minute journey.  It’s not that I wasn’t enjoying the music or the scenery, but I wanted to get moving.  I didn’t like being still, possibly courtesy of the tiny attention span I developed out of nothing sometime around the turn of this year.

The obvious to thing to hate in queues is queue jumpers.  I was in a pub a couple of summers ago and only got served after 30 minutes when the woman next to me, who had only been queuing for 10 minutes, pulled her top down (on purpose, she told me!) to expose some cleavage to attract the attention of the stupid barman who couldn’t do his job properly.  This woman was the only one to notice and offer to do things properly.

If it’s not queue jumping, it’s another lack of personal space.  An obese guy once stood behind me in a queue in Starbucks.  There was only three of us in the queue – me in the middle and Obese Man at the end.  He was stood so close that he was rubbing his gut on my back and I could feel him breathing through his nose on the back of my neck.  I let him in front of me – an offer he accepted with no word of a question as to why.

I think that’s what really annoys me about queues.  When I’m not complaining or grumbling generally (which is my standard state!), the thought that goes through my mind and occasionally my mouth is what makes other people more important than everyone else in their eyes? What gives them the right to not wait their turn and make you wait longer? Where does politeness and fairness go when you have to wait for something?

With anything in life, you should always look after your own interests, but that should never be an excuse for hurting someone else if it can be avoided.

Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you’d see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain’t the Lord, no I’m just a fool
Learning loving somebody don’t make them love you

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?

I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn’t worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But it’s my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they’re directed at you

I can’t always be waiting waiting on you
I can’t always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But it’s not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I’ve had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting

Well if I was in your position
I’d put down all my ammunition
I’d wondered why’d it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I’m not you
And If I was I wouldn’t be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain’t so easy to do

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I can’t always be waiting waiting on you
I can’t always be playing playing your fool, fool

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing by Jack Johnson

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Comments 3

  1. Susan Slade

    They could only draw today against Man U, or was that yesterday.

  2. kstanlyksays

    i will never comprehend that obnoxious rudeness either. i usually end up being the queue police myself because so few people will speak up to the line jumpers, which i also don’t understand.

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