Thursday, 15 August 2013

The Great British Queue


Went to Lidl yesterday evening for some groceries. I was walking to the checkout and got there just before a woman. She promptly walked past me and started chatting to the woman in front of me and laid her few items on the conveyor, ahead of mine.

I was consumed with moral outrage and commenced huffing and puffing with righteous indignation - the British queue, after all, is sacrosanct.When I huff and puff, everyone around me is fully aware of it - I have a Daily Mail Reader way of doing it.

I calmed down a bit when I thought she was related to the woman she was chatting to (as it turned out she was) and would simply add her items to those of her relative, but no! She brazenly put one of those dividers between her relative's goods and hers without so much as a by-your-leave or glance in my direction.

I thought of saying something to her, but the chance of it having any effect would be zero (people in Yate don't do embarrassment), so all I was doing was getting myself agitated and hypertensive.

Not being British by birth, I am now turning my mind to ways in which I can assist in flooding Britain with non-British born workers - we seem to have more respect for British traditions than some of the bloody natives and have a greater work ethic (according to some supermarkets). Perhaps it's living in the south of England that is colouring my view; it was never like this in the north.


2 comments:

  1. come on.. chill out.... how do you think your clients feel dealing with your employer ! Similar sort of feeling ! Huff Puff Huff !

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  2. You are quite correct......the british need reminding about their queuing heritage. Perhaps they should continue cheshire council idea that I spotted while crossing the border from Wales.
    Welcome to England queues likely

    Http://mysuper2012.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/welcome-to-england-queues-likely.html?m=1

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