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Queque, Line...Whatever You Call It
Here’s the basics about waiting in lines:
You stand politely behind the person ahead of you in line. No making sounds! No cutting in line! And most of all don’t come and stand right beside me! The line forms to the back!
My brother, who is 6’4”, has a great way to deal with those side-smooshers. He just sticks out his elbows to make his personal space bigger. That works well for tall, imposing men. Me? I’m too skinny and not tall enough to pull that off. I would just like to spit on those rude creeps. Someone told me that spitting is assault so I have learned to control myself. My mouth works though, wordwise.
And, guess what? I don’t care what country you are from and what language you speak, a line is a line, same thing in every country around the world. So don’t smile and try to pull that.
If you are running late and need to honestly get through the check-out faster, just ask the peeps ahead of you. They will probably let you go first. But Bucko don’t try the trick one man did to a bunch of us last summer. He said he was in a hurry, so we let him go first, only to find him outside casually speaking to the dry cleaner man. You ass!
Lines suck. No one likes them, yet you must find a way to tolerate them. Watch Oprah. She gives tips on mediation and reworking your crummy-ass soul.
Good Luck.
