Rule right on cue and out of line

EVERYBODY loathes queues. It’s one of our universally shared human characteristics.

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It doesn’t matter what form the queue takes - sitting in an endless line of stationary traffic; standing in a coiling, snaking, shuffling line at passport control; arriving at the Saturday supermarket checkout to find every single till heavily backed up with fellow shoppers gripping their overflowing trollies. We always hate everyone in front of us.

A little part of us seems to die as we stand or sit there, trapped, foiled, frustrated, and somehow humiliated and demeaned.