1. Having you looking over their shoulder as they enter their pin number
2. Being squashed while trying to buy a ticket.
Standing in line resembles the way Italians drive. Right. On. Your. Ass. I can't say I particularly enjoy either activity here.
Do people queue nicely where you live?
There's no queue at Unknown Mami's Sunday blog hop!
Haha, clearly they don't care about yellow lines
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