THE queues of life move slowly.
I like working in the garden, and taking life in general much as it comes. But the one thing that annoys me more than anything is having to wait in a queue. We’ve all done it, and there can be nothing more aggravating.
I loathe the self-check aisles at supermarkets and refuse to use them, but the queue exists there as I have seen people glaring at someone using it with a load of items that need a price check. Banks now don’t handle money boxes full of coin, but it’s still possible to be held up, while the teller deals with the lengthy question of the person in front. Our local post office is always busy, and it’s necessary to queue, but I found the other day, after queueing behind nine people, when I finally got to the counter, I was sending a gift overseas, so I had to take the customs document over to the desk, fill out the form, and move back into the now even longer queue, to post the parcel. Traffic queues can be disastrous, especially on busy highways, and you learn with practice, the best trick is to watch which lane the really big trucks use. They have the best view and the best contacts so follow them!
Of all the queues – the one most hated is the queue on the phone.
The dreaded “Your call is important to us…. You are X in the queue and the next available operator…” This means a half an hour wait with dreadful repetitive music calculated to make you give up and I am sure that sometimes the operator just decides to make their life easier by hanging up just as you go to speak…
The only queue that throws me into despair, is the one at sporting events, where the queue to the ladies’ toilets is always terrifyingly long. Men are better organised – or designed, and flit in and out quickly, ladies not so, and often, have a child with them, which means they both need to go, and its really necessary to think of other things and hoping no one turns on a tap. So I have come to the conclusion, that in the great queue of life, if I ever get to the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter will have a queue in front of me with someone arguing with him about the price of angel wings, or he will have to send someone to look for the book so he can sign me in. Yes, that’s me, but surely I cant be the only one, if you are stuck in a queue and see me, lets chat. Then it wont be a total waste of time.
