What happens if you queue jump in Britain?
Morning all, Happy Mother's Day.
With such a diverse people now living in our cities, towns and villages here in Britain, it must be hard for our precious tradition of queuing to mean as much to them as it does to us. I well remember, even though it was over 40 years ago, living in Baker Street, London, and catching a bus to and from work each day.
Waiting for the old style buses meant that there wasn’t much chance of queue jumping, People would queue correctly, one or two people, maybe not appreciating the British way, would try their luck by approaching towards the front from the right and try their luck jumping on, but more often than not, were soon put in their place by people in the queue waiting their turn to get on the bus that this was a queue and they need to go to the back.. Most of the guilty usually said nothing, waiting for those who were complaining to get on and then sneakily follow them, still being unfair to those waiting to get on. I’m sure I wasn’t alone in wanting to smash them!!!
However, once they brought in the wider openings on the new buses, it seemed that although we British still queued nicely, others perhaps not accustomed to our sense of fairness and the importance of our tradition of queuing,, would, when the bus arrived at the bus stop, suddenly appear from nowhere at the side of the queue, and just hop on. My stress levels were out of control sometimes honestly.!!
Since returning to the countryside many years ago, one very rarely sees cases of people pushing in front in a queue. Perhaps it’s because they know it is akin to a hanging offence!
However, something happened this morning for the first time since those heady days.
I popped down to Morrison’s for the papers and a carton of orange juice for breakfast this morning as I had forgotten to put the juice on my home delivery shop. The days of breakfast in bed on Mothers Day have long gone!!
Usually HWMO would go for the papers, but I left him happily finishing creosoting the fence and shed, It’s a lovely crisp but sunny morning so thought I would go for the papers for a change.
Anyhow I picked up the papers and Juice and made my way to the two only tills that were open (the self serve was out of order). I looked to see which queue was the shortest, there were four in the queue at the first till and three at the second till. Of course I went for the queue at the second till. The woman finished being served and that left the two of us.
Just then a supervisor came along and opened the till at the next checkout, looked at me and said, would you like to come over here and I’ll serve you. Great, I thought, as the woman being served in front of me had quite a bit of shopping in her trolley. So I gratefully turned around and made my way quickly to the newly opened checkout, just as a woman with a full trolley headed towards the till from the right flank! I JUST made it before her, picked up the board and placed it on the counter so she could put her shopping on there after me.
As I put my own few items onto the counter, I suddenly heard this continuous loud Tutting from behind me. I turned around to see her glaring at me as though she wanted to do serious damage to me. I could also see she was really annoyed with me so I couldn’t help but say, I’m sorry, is there something wrong? To which she replied, Yes, there is, you pushed in front of me! There is such a thing as a queuing, you know! I couldn’t believe it.! But before I could give her what for, the supervisor who was just handing me my recieipt, turned to the woman and said: “excuse me, we do not allow queue jumping at Morrison’s. This lady was before you because I asked her to fetch her shopping to this till as I opened it”. The woman customer didn’t say anything but she was still glaring at me, so as I was leaving, I just couldn’t resist saying out loud to her “So there!”
Thing is, I was still feeling indignant as I walked home, because having been born before 1984 when political correctness first came into being, I’m of a generation where queuing was, and still is in Britain, one of our cherished traditions. Woe betide anyone who breaks the rules by trying to push in front of the queue that I happen to be standing in!. And her accusing me of such a crime was as bad as accusing me of not paying for my goods in the shop!
Bloomin Cheeky Cow!
Have you ever experienced queue jumpers? What did you do about it? Or have you ever broken the golden British rule and queue jumped? If so, what was their reaction?