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Enraged!

The British, such as we are, are renown for our finely honed, much maligned sense of "fair play". When something or someone is fool enough to transgress these limits it seems to raise something primal from within our very beings. One such event took place this morning in Victoria Bus Station.

As most of you are aware, I'm sure, Victoria is a highly unpleasant, tense and crowded place of a rush hour, compounded sporadically by the utter lack of service provided by one or other (or more usually both) of the underground lines which serve it. This was very much the case this morning as I made my way down to the buses, station closed sirens a-wailing.

As expected the queue for the 38 (my route of choice in my quest for tube avoidance) was nothing short of monumental, but being the obliging little commuter droid I joined and didn't make too much fuss (I was, frankly, nowhere near awake enough to even care). A bus or so later I was approaching boarding an about to arrive, blissfully empty bus when my view is obscured by a head of long, maroon hair. She looks around, as if to feign she is lost, or looking for something, but as the bus arriver her purpose is clear! And so, I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her why she was standing at the front of the queue.

Now, I like to think that I am a fairly well spoken, quick witted person. This situation called for a biting put-down, unsheathe my rapier-like wit and destroy this eeevil queue jumper like the heathen she was! But no. She responded "There's plenty of room, don't worry about it." At this point I, and several other people in the queue may I add, resorted to a vicious barrage of the colourful words and associated comments about antisocial behaviour in her general direction, and boarded the bus.

Not my finest hour, but quite satisfying none the less. I'm sure I'll have come up with some great lines by this evening - but frankly given it was 8:45, and I was yet to have my morning Starbucks fix I think I did OK. 'Silly cow' - My my, I'm the next Wilde.
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Yup, queue-jumpers definitely need to be taught the error of their ways. Mind you, it doesn't help when you get buses that park in the wrong place, so the door opens near the middle/back of the queue, rather than the front...
Yeah, the problem with the old routmasters is that the door at the back. This leads to the "front" of the queue being a buslength back from the front of the bay. Usually this ends up with 2 queues from either direction. The girl in question walked to the front of both of these and stood directly in front of the door to the bus. There was no confusion. =)
Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, you've updated your journal! (Just teasing.) Evil bitch girl. May she rot in hell with the yellow El Camino (which just got a lot more crowded as I rented some space out to Chris's arch-nemeses over lunch today). Provided I'm not actually being queue-jumped (at which point my world-renowned calm and gentle temper surely pours oil on troubled waters and does not result in threats of deportation), I tend to get a picture of the poor kid in A Christmas Story who wants to ask the department store Santa Claus for a Red Ryder BB Gun for Christmas. He gets in line 5 minutes before the store closes for Christmas only to be tapped angrily on the shoulder and told, "Hey kid! The line ends here. It starts back there." Poor Ralphie has to drag his little brother behind 9,000 screaming children before he can meet the evil Santa Claus and his mafia elves.
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Renowned calm - yup

Imagine how I might have reacted

Chud