I knew all along that something wasn’t quite right, and after yesterday’s discovery I’ve certainly had enough of Greggs.
I cannot bring myself to queue in the longer queue on the left when I know that I can jump this queue by using the queue on the right. Neither could I consider myself a queue jumper and be served ahead of my fellow countrymen by using the queue on the right. Hear me this Greggs, I will not be made a fool of.
Went to Cooplands instead, like any self-respecting person would.
The queue was exemplary. As always.
And Greggs’ spikey mikeys are just too cheerful in comparison to Cooplands’ manic depressed pirates.
Ahh, Cooplands. I will not stray again from your welcoming door.
She looks like a Greggs type.
September 22, 2006 at 4:12 am
You were faced with a moral dilemma as a result of the insensitive arrangements at Greggs. You did the right thing, by stepping away from that quagmire.
Where I live, people routinely dance between queues, switching back and forth looking for any advantage. If they sense weakness or self-doubt, they’re on you like jackals, asking to go first and nudging ahead of you, grasping your elbow and so on.
I might return to the UK afterall.
September 22, 2006 at 10:17 am
I am glad you approve of my decision. Although I wonder if today I should maybe try another Greggs in town so that I can give a fair judgement of the company. But I do so hate going to new places.
J Tomlinson, you should stop all this self punishment and come back to the UK. I’m sure all is forgiven by now.
Although, before you do, you really must invest in a new camera and show us these ‘queues’.
September 22, 2006 at 5:27 pm
lol. What a depressing fudge ice ginger. That certainly isn’t a treat for any child! ‘Behave, or I’ll get the pirate’.