I love Italy but the thing that stops me living there is the thing with queues. I have never stood in a queue in Italy without at least five Italians trying to pay for something by skipping.
I have made peace with this – actually I ask my wife to do it, as she graciously does it to shut me up.
Today a new low occurred but this time in Ireland. At four thirty on a Sunday afternoon in a quiet cafe in an arts and crafts shop.
I was m the middle of ordering ( a tea, a coffee, and small iced cake for the little fellow) when a middle aged woman came along the counter walked around me and stood in front of me and began to order in the middle of the shop assistant talking to me.
Eventually the shop assistant said this to her and she desisted. This woman however did remain obstructing the till and patently making it oblivious her displeasure at having to wait.
Now the thing I don’t understand is WHY? It is a quiet Sunday afternoon, you are going to wait a minute or so – and why did I get so annoyed – she didn’t even look Italian !
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