How do some people get by in life? This morning I went to my local Pret, which is crazy busy because my new office is located in Holborn. Inside they have two roped aisles you have to queue in to channel you to the counter.
So, two queues, three people working the cashiers, makes sense for both lines to flow to at least two cashiers each right? Nooooo, not according to the woman in front of me who only appeared to be queuing for the left cashier. Meanwhile the queue to the right of us got to go to both the middle and right hand cashier. So after watching people walk in the door and instantly get served by bowling up through the right lane, I finally nudge her and say – ‘hey, go to that guy’ – indicating the middle cashier. She glanced and me and shuffled forward, then the next person in the right hand queue looks askance at her and she mumbles – ‘that lady told me to’ and points at me. I shrugged and made a non committal noise, after all, by this time I was being served by the cashier on the left – at last.
