Anna and Ken were soon to come but, even though we had time to spare, Paul and I decided to join the growing queue.
That’s the back of his head in the bottom left.
The Showroom has an utterly charming queue when you’re not in a hurry to catch the start of a film.
Lots of interesting leaflets on cultural things to do in and around Sheffield line the left hand side of the queue.
In front of us, a group of young ladies were enjoying a natter to pass the time.
Although I do wish she’d face the front.
One of the rules of a queue is that everyone faces the right direction otherwise you’re confronted with the face of a total stranger, which makes it hard to know where to look and is quite uncomfortable for everyone.
Luckily, Anna and Ken soon arrived as a distraction.
We greeted each other and then Anna pointed out to Ken that there was a queue, which implied that they should join the back.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, as Anna and I normally save a place for each other in the queue. And so they stood with us till the front.
But of course, we should have worried about it. Whereas one queue jumper joining one solitary person in the queue at the cinema is perfectly acceptable. Two people joining two people is not.
It was a social blunder and by the time we reached the front of the queue I was hot with shame for making the two lovely ladies behind us wait longer than necessary.
Especially as paying together became too complicated, and so we all paid separately which took even more time.
And the worst thing about it was that the ladies’ behaviour was impeccable.
They neither sighed not tutted at the youth of today in front of them .
There they are, examples to us all, behind Anna and Ken who are at the front of the queue.
