I think life is just a series of delays, or waiting for the next thing to happen. For example, this morning, whilst totally engrossed in my music and book, i looked up and noticed i was on the charing cross branch of the northern line, not the city branch - and of course, the waterloo and city line was not running this morning due to signal failure. There are few things we can do to really reduce the delays, or increase the rate at which things happen. We can cleverly try and choose which queue we stand in, but as yesterday lunchtime showed, just because the queue is shorter, you can never fortell that the man infront is going to drop his yoghurt all over his shoes, which in turn led to the checkout girl ringing her bell - but it was broken. This led to the checkout girl shouting across to Maura to ring her bell, which she did, and the supervisor turned up. Maura sent the supervisor over to the dairy desert soaked checkout where she simply stood aghast apologising to the man that he had yoghurt all down his shoes. Don't apologise! Get a tissue! the man had an ex-yoghurt and a sandwich.. nothing else - there was no-one else in the queue, just me watching the entire fiasco, whilst every other line of people moved as swiftly as you could say "mop of the f**king mess, and let me buy my sushi!". I kept looking back over my shoulder to the other line, should i swap queues, should i stay in line, ever reaching the convergence of two points of "i've been in this line for too long" and "surely the mess must be cleaned up by now" in the same way as you do with taxi ranks, but decided to stick fast - break out my flask of tea and sandwiches, sit on my portable deckchair and wait for the gauche bufoon to wipe himself down and move on. i'm still here in M&S now.. they've run out of kitchen roll and can't find a mop. i wonder if anyone will notice that i'm missing.
