At the station this morning, like most mornings, there was a queue for tickets. There is one queue and two ticket windows with an occasional free standing ticket lady. Here's how it works. You stand in the queue, shuffle forward, tut when someone takes too long, keep an eye on the clock and go to the next available window/ticket lady. Peace and harmony usually prevail as everyone follows these simple unwritten rules.
This morning however, a yobbish element upset the delicate balance of ticket queue etiquette. An old lady pushed in at the front of the queue. The chap in front of me didn't seem to know how to handle the situation so I took charge and suggested that she wait her turn in the queue like everyone else. She told me in no uncertain terms that I should learn some damned manners. I challenged her to a stand up fist fight in the car park to determine just who has the best fucking manners but she chickened out and went to the back of the queue - pussy! I am pleased to report that she missed her train.
That'll learn her!
