Back in the mid-2000s, I was a branch manager for one of the big banks. It was always busy, with a queue out of the door that seemed to last all day.
One Saturday, I remember one of the newest members of our team chatting to a customer at the back of the queue. Seeing that she had a ‘Premium’ account with us, he casually escorted her to the front, past all those who were patiently waiting.
All hell broke loose. This was a cardinal sin against nearly all the British queueing rules of etiquette.
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