How do you cope with a queue in Italy?
It's really simple. You just go to the first row, making your way with your elbows through other elbows, hoping that the cashier, receptionist, etc.. gives you immediate attention.
You don't understand the absurdity of the whole system, until you go to England, i.e., and see the most diligent queues, with every person one after another, one behind another, no one complaining, no one giving his elbow in your face.
I can't think from whom the Italians have inherited this amazing behaviour, but since the Roman Law didn't consider lies and tricks as crimes, I suspect it's from Romans.
You can always convince the other people in the queue, with a perfect Cicerone imitation, that you are in a hurry because your cat feels so alone at home.
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