So I went to this goth club many years ago, place was essentially unlit, they brought you a candle at the table when you needed to order from the menu, but then they took it away when you were finished; anyway I went to the bathroom, there’s a coffin in the corridor, two toilets, men and women, I see there’s a guy standing in the corner waiting to enter the men’s room, so I wait on the other side of the coffin… Then some guy comes in from the corridor and enters the bathroom skipping the queue! I’m outraged! I turn to the other guy to say something, and… I see that it’s actually a Dracula mannequin.
"Don’t go in there man, someone had garlic tacos and I can smell it from here. "
I’m pretty sure the mannequin in red is Agent 47.
I don’t think dying of starvation while waiting in line counts.
I don’t know what I’m in line for but if it’s this long it must be good.
There was a very inadequately built highway offramp that routinely overflowed back into the emergency lane near where I grew up.
One time, I saw the usual traffic jam queuing on the emergency lane, then a break - apparently some geniuses didn’t notice they were queuing behind a broken down truck standing on the emergency lane, and the offramp was actually pretty clear.
There were so many of them.
I remember one time that I was in a traffic jam in the city that I was not familiar in. There where two lanes. I needed to go to the right so I went to the right lane. I waited and waited. The left lane already were driving. And then the car in front of me turned off his lights. The person left the car. Weird… I was between parked cars. I was there for a good 10 minutes.
Must have some Brit in her with those natural queuing instincts.
