ists include standing in queues in their itinerary and some British émigrés have been
known to renounce their adopted countries just to return to the homeliness of standing in
lines. Mind you, it’s nothing like the great days of the war years when rationing filled
every High Street with stretches of people. There was a real spirit about it then. People
were even known to line up outside shops that had nothing anyone really wanted. Buses
do keep up the tradition, ganging up so as to leave the longest possible time between
each red cluster.
Personally, I hate queues, especially those in banks. In America, everyone
entering a bank goes to the end of a single line. Then, as each clerk’s window is cleared,
the next person has his proper turn. In this country, each window has its own queue, and
you can bet that the innocent-looking person I pick to stand behind has a bag hidden
about him somewhere, with £5’s worth of coppers that will all have to be painstakingly
counted.
ists include standing in queues in their itinerary and some British émigrés have been
known to renounce their adopted countries just to return to the homeliness of standing in
lines. Mind you, it’s nothing like the great days of the war years when rationing filled
every High Street with stretches of people. There was a real spirit about it then. People
were even known to line up outside shops that had nothing anyone really wanted. Buses
do keep up the tradition, ganging up so as to leave the longest possible time between
each red cluster.
Personally, I hate queues, especially those in banks. In America, everyone
entering a bank goes to the end of a single line. Then, as each clerk’s window is cleared,
the next person has his proper turn. In this country, each window has its own queue, and
you can bet that the innocent-looking person I pick to stand behind has a bag hidden
about him somewhere, with £5’s worth of coppers that will all have to be painstakingly
counted.
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