i have concluded that new yorkers love queues. this is not a coincidence. in a city of eight million people all in a rush, shortages are inevitable. yet there is a need to to maintain a veneer of civil behaviour, hence queues.
for new yorkers, queues reinforce their place in the universe:
their city is screwing them all day, every day.
true new yorkers never complain when they find themselves in a queue:
everyone else is also getting screwed,
so they accept their misfortune with dignity; however,
this is not to say they like queueing up:
if they can pull some strings, call in favours, and get to the head of the line, top of the heap, etc they will: after all, it is the new york way.
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