Eshin Direct

Queue jumpers exist everywhere it seems. At the immigration counter in Schiphol Airport this morning, they opened another counter and the usual rush of people to kiasu went to the new counter. Of course, for many this is a futile attempt to progress any quicker if you are not keyed into the warning signs that a new lane is about to open. One such twat lost out and when he realized he was further back in the new queue than his original queue, he decided to push his way back into mine. And as such was his explanation by way of apology.

Being 7am in the morning, my lethargy and red-eye forces my body and mind to take on a zen-like state to a certain degree. So after muttering something like “sure you were, wanker” in response to his poor explanation of “I took a gamble, left this lane, looked stupid, now I want to look even more rude and rejoin this lane”, I let his rude queue barging slide.

What did give me immeasurable satisfaction though was that in spite of his attempt to jump maybe 4 people in front of him by joining another lane, and then maybe another 3 people in his new lane, by joining my queue, he still had to wait like a muppet at the baggage carousel for some time. As I approached he stared right at me, to which I stared right back at him. He was one of those tall older bastards who looked like he gets a big fat pay cheque to finance his expat holidays to Pat Pong to play hide the sausage with girls that are half the age of his teenage daughter.

I took great satisfaction standing right in front of him in the carousel with a smile on my face. It was a smile that said, “yeah, you might have gotten in front and avoided waiting for an extra 5 or 10 minutes but you still ended up looking stupid and pushy when thrice that number have gone through with you waiting here like a muppet like the rest of us.” I think if I’d have given him a death stare or angry look, he probably could have reacted off his own superiority but as it was, he had a grinning bastard in front of him impugning his own self-importance.

It’s just unfortunate I could not get the name on his KrisFlyer baggage tag as he pushed through. It would have been fun to name and shame him but then perhaps life does balance things out.

Tags: kiasu, pushy expats, Schiphol, Travel