An elderly woman snuck past us in the US immigration queue on our last family holiday so I explained to my kids in a slightly too loud voice that she was about a million years old so she probably had less time to spare than us.
I'd rather have too much politeness, and the slightly exasperating litanies of apologies of the Britons than the I-own-the-fucking-place-out-of-my-way entitlement of other nations (cough, Italy, cough).
An elderly woman snuck past us in the US immigration queue on our last family holiday so I explained to my kids in a slightly too loud voice that she was about a million years old so she probably had less time to spare than us.
There is a point where politeness must end, or people are just taking the michael. I had an abbandoned paragraph on that somewhere
I'd rather have too much politeness, and the slightly exasperating litanies of apologies of the Britons than the I-own-the-fucking-place-out-of-my-way entitlement of other nations (cough, Italy, cough).
haha yep, truth be told, that contrast is part of what makes a homecoming queue so lovely