Sometimes on my way home from work, I drop into the local supermarket to pick up a few things (usually including wine, of course).
I’ve began to notice that queues have a life all of their own. There must be a scientific or natural law that stipulates that any random queue must comprise of one or more or all of the following persons;
1.Someone who has trouble in opening the carrier bags to put their shopping in
2.An elderly person behind you who insists on standing as close as possible to you, invariably clutching a small bottle of gin or whiskey
3.A person who watches the till for every item scanned and triumphantly shouts ‘That’s on special offer!’ when the incorrect price is shown
4.Someone who says ‘Do you want the 35p?’ when the total comes to £7-35 for example and then spends 10 minutes rummaging in their purse or pocket not realising that they’re not actually speeding things up
5.A person who has forgotten something which means the cashier has to press a bell to call a colleague who then has to go to the back of the store to get the forgotten item for the customer who on returning says ‘We haven’t got what you wanted but will this do?’ only to be told ‘No. It’s ok I’ll leave it then’
6.Someone at the back of the queue who just wants to get home and open his bottle of wine
03/02/06 @ 23:14