I do enjoy being part of a nice, orderly queue. Makes me feel like I have some purpose in life. I can just slip partway into derealization as I submit my will to the queue.
I didn’t notice it as a thing that we did until I went travelling in Europe and frequently found myself ambiently stressed due to the lack of queue in a situation that would benefit from one. Sometimes if enough British people congealed together in one place by coincidence, we might find ourselves forming a neat little queue.
There’s so much that makes me ashamed to be British, but this is silly and fun; I like it.







Excellent content, thanks for sharing. I enjoy tormenting my friend with a constant drip feed of nerdy jokes, so I’m always looking for more to add to my supply (lest they learn that I do not actually have an infinite supply of them)