Day two
It doesn’t matter how long I have been standing in a queue, I will always find myself at the end of it.
I queued up for a train ticket at Hangzhou Railway Station at 7:42 this morning and did not actually reach the ticket window until 7:42 this evening. Ok that’s a slight exaggeration, but I did wait over 45 minutes in a line that initially looked to be a 10 minute wait. I was so annoyed by the end that I finally found the courage to pick an argument with a young bloke who very skilfully (and casually) slid in front of me as I reached the window. I tapped him on the shoulder and told him to join the queue but he did not respond. So I called him rude and uneducated in chinese words which I hoped actually carried those intended meanings. He did not seem to hear and instead yelled his destination into the ticket window, (at which point I conceded defeat and stepped back).
Filed under: Life., hangzhou railway station, queue
