7 Waiting for a Train


Waiting for a Train

I am sure there are many who like me get annoyed at people who never seem to recognise a queue. let me tell you about Gareth.

 He is standing with other commuters in a long, snaking queue for a train when a smartly dressed businessman blatantly cuts in line behind him. (Behind him: this detail matters.) 

The interloper proves immune to polite remonstration, whereupon Gareth is seized by a magnificent idea. He turns to the elderly woman standing behind the queue-jumper and asks her if she'd like to go ahead of him. 

She accepts, so he asks the person behind her, and the next person, and the next – until 60 or 70 people have moved ahead, Gareth and the seething queue-jumper shuffling further backwards all the time. 

The train finally arrives, and Gareth hears a shout from the front of the line. It's the elderly woman, addressing him: "Young man! Do you want to go in front of me?"

As I say it is always a joy to see that in this world there are still those who have not gone down the road of selfish thought.

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