Yesterday, I thought that I may have reached a crisis in my mission to avoid queues.
I headed to one of the biggest queue-danger zones - the supermarket at lunchtime. There, I loaded up my basket and headed to the checkouts with trepidation. But when I got there (ominous jaws music...duuuum dum duuuuum dum) the queues were surprisingly small. Two people in each, at most.
So I took a calculated risk. I browsed the nearby nut display, while keeping a lookout for movement in the basket-only line, hoping that I'd spot a break in the queue.
And then it happened - a new checkout lane opened. I sprinted forward, narrowly missing a distracted, baguette-waving pensioner (I don't think the baguette was being waved at me) and practically threw my basket at the checkout fellow.
I am SUCH a sad piece of work.
But one more day of it and I will have completed my mission.
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