Ex-Queues Me!

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My least favourite part of my job is when I have to make a visit to the

post-office.

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My local post-office is quite small inside and has a sign that informs customers that, due to the lack of space, they do not operate a single queue system. The sign then goes on to ask customers to choose a cashier to queue at, thus creating four separate queues.

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Except when I've done this in the past, I get tutted and muttered at that, "there is a queue you know".

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My attempts at trying to point out the sign to these people with my eyebrows falls on deaf ears (although, technically I suppose it falls on deaf eyes?)

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So today I entered the post office, assessed the queue situation, chose a cashier and strode purposefully to the window behind a man being served.

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As soon as the man in front had finished, I naturally assumed I would be next to be served.

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But, oh no!
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The old lady with a walking-stick had other ideas and zoomed in from my right to take her place at the window.

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To say I was cross is a bit of an understatement.

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I had obeyed the post office's instructions and not formed a single queue.

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I had sought out a cashier and had obediently formed a separate queue.

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When it was finally my turn, I spent 10 minutes moaning and whinging at the poor lady who got to serve me.

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Then when I turned to leave, I noticed a single queue had formed behind me.

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I sighed, looked pointedly at the sign with my eyebrows and left.

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And I know I shall have to do it all again tomorrow...

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