25
Mar
09

I hate Queing in Canada

Excuse the “British” English in the title (I don’t think anyone in Canada actually queues, we just line up)… I think travelling for a year has made me become conscious of using English that most people worldwide can understand. Such as, “winter hat” instead of “toque”, “mobile” instead of “cell phone”, “sms” instead of “text”, “soda pop” instead of “pop”, “toilet” instead of “bathroom”, and so on…

Anyway, I wanted to vent about a situation I run into all too often in Canada when I go to Tim Horton’s or McDonalds. Walking through the door, I see two cashiers each helping one person, and then a line of 2 more people forming behind one of the customers.

I have two choices. Do I:

a) Be a jerk and form a new line behind the customer with no line? There’s a risk of being yelled at by the other people already waiting, though it’s extremely low, since most Canadians want to avoid conflict.

Or, b) Line up behind the 2 people, knowing full well that the next person to walk into the store will do a)! And without fail, before anyone in my line can comment or change lines, somehow a big group of people will all enter the store at once, forming a new line behind asshole. Then I fume while having to wait an extra 5 minutes longer than I should.

Times like these make me wish we had Sweden’s ticket dispensing system.


3 Responses to “I hate Queing in Canada”


  1. 1 Loyal
    March 26, 2009 at 9:50 am

    Maybe you wouldn’t be facing the dreaded skinny fat if you weren’t always queing at McDonalds or Tim Hortons! Hahaha…

  2. 2 mmmbeigne
    March 27, 2009 at 2:06 pm

    Hey, when you get the Big Mac attack, what can you do??

    I also have about 8 months of Timmy’s to catch up on. Making up for lost time! (Though I’ve been pretty good at resisting the donuts. They aren’t that great since they moved to the frozen kind anyway.)

  3. March 30, 2009 at 1:45 am

    Lol, I was talking about SMSing to Connie when I was home this summer and she had no idea what I was going on about. Queueing is also one of those terms that I’ve gotten used to here, especially in the shortened version Q-ing, like a Q-tip haha. The Singaporean kiasu way to deal with Q-cutters is to rip them a new one and force them to the back of the line, like road rage stylez. I think I’m totally going to do it next time I’m back :D


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