Manners, manners…

 

                 “An orderly queue of one”

Here is an amusing text on how to be an alien, written by one who tried it-and survived it!

QUEUEING is the national passion of an otherwise dispassionate race.

The English are rather shy about it and deny that they adore it. On the Continent, if people are waiting at a bus-stop they loiter around in a seemingly vague fashion. When the bus arrives they make a dash for it; most of them leave by the bus and a lucky minority is taken away by an elegant black ambulance car. An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms and orderly queue of one.

At week-ends an Englishman queues up at the bus-stop, travels out to Richmond, queues up for a boat, then queues up for tea, then queues up for ice-cream, then joins a few more odd queues just for the sake of the fun of it, then queues up at the bus-stop and has the time of his life.

Many English families spend lovely evenings at home just by queueing up for a few hours, and the parents are very sad when the children leave them and queue up to go bed.

               (From How to be an Alien by George Mikes)  

For your information:

Don´t forget to queue up, British style, when waiting 

for the bus.

Queue jumping is bad manners.