The Bank Queue Conga
Funny old world, isn’t it?
Went to the bank on Saturday to pay in a cheque and a lady came in, took one look at the size of the queue (me) and said, “Oh” to herself and sighed. She joined me as second in the bank queue conga.
My turn came and as I walked up to the cashier she came with me. I half expected her to put her hands on my waist and start kicking out to the side with her legs. It’s a good job there weren’t more of them in the queue. Can you imagine?
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Anyway, as I continued to carry out my transaction she completely ignored me and carried on with her own conversation with the cashier;
“Where’s Ruth today/”
“She’s upstairs.”
“Ooohhhhhhhh, what’s she doing upstairs, I wonder?”
‘Probably having a cup of tea, but either way it’s none of your business,’ I was tempted to answer, but just smiled at the cashier.
“Where’s Stewart today?”
“He’s upstairs.”
“Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh, he’s upstairs as well, is well? Well, I never.”
‘You never what?’
And so it went on and on and on and on, and in the meantime I attempted to carry out my transaction with the cashier, who to her credit looked suitably embarrassed and apologetic, but was in a difficult position in that she had to be polite to two separate customers, yet lacked the force of personality to say, “Would you mind stepping back behind the line while I attend to this gentleman?”
Funny old world, isn’t it?
Linda
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