When you're in a shop, and there's massive queues at each till, how do you know which to join?
Which till operator is going to be the fastest? Which customers will waste ten minutes fumbling for their purse? Which scanning machine is playing up?
It's anybody's guess.
But here's a hint. Never join a queue where the till operator is a man. Especially not a middle aged man. Especially not a middle aged white man. Or a young white man.
And never join the queue I'm in. It's bound to move like a glacier.
Yesterday was an exception. At Wilkinson in Kingston, I picked a queue with a young asian girl at the till. She made that scanning machine sing like a birdy. The customers flew by. AND she was polite too. And cute.
I wonder if she'd marry me.
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