Extreme Ticketing

…is the solution – and thank God for it. I would never have the willpower to fight Grannies for very long. So the alternative is that you take your ‘cheese’ ticket and wait. And wait. Last week I took one from the bank – number 862 – and the counter was on 289. That’s a queue of 500 people. (There were hundreds of people waiting – it was the day the seasonal workers stopped for winter and started to collect benefit)

It’s like the scene from Beteljuice when they are waiting in line for 1000s of  people to see God(?), Beteljuice steals the ticket from the voodoo man and gets his head shrunk in return.

Then today I had a 2hr / 100 people wait at the Post Office. Watching the gypsy kids mess with the ticket dispenser to the annoyance of the Grannies helped me pass the time.