I accidentally skipped a place in a queue today, pissing someone off. Wasn’t my fault at all. Honestly. In fact they were not listening or paying attention, and milling around rather than looking queuelike. Unfortunately I seem to have acquired a British disease of feeling bad or guilty even when I haven’t done anything wrong. I need to pay a little New Yorker to teach me that rather than feeling bad, I should pause, say “Fuck you lady” and barge her out of the way.
Maybe they could teach me to make bagels too.
