To object to someone pushing in a queue and telling them so?

[Goldenbear]

My DS has a inset day today so I said I'd take him to the city centre on the train as he likes going on the train. I had 14 month old DD with me aswell. We intended to meet DP with some Lunch as DP works in the City centre and DP was going to take the children into the library whilst I went and got a prescription.

I went to M&S for the food, the manned tills were packed so I went to queue at the self checkout. I was queuing behind a woman with a baby. I noticed a woman with a boy about 7 just to the side of us all queuing. The woman with the baby looked over at her to but then a till became available for her. I decided to politely point out there was a queue to the woman with the boy. She replied that she knew that and she was next. The woman with the baby turned around from scanning her shopping and said, 'no she is!'. The woman who pushed in then explained to us all in the one queue, directing her reply at me, how there are two queues, one for those paying with just card at the self service checkout and one for those paying by cash or card- she was in that queue and everyone else was in the other. So I said, 'according to who, you? Do you think I'm standing here for fun!'. The woman then said, 'does it matter?'. Everyone in the queue was watching and the woman who had the baby in the buggy, scanning through her shopping said, 'maybe not for you'. A couple in the queue then loudly proclaimed, 'that's not the point!'

Anyway, I didn't say anything else but then thought afterwards maybe I did make a mountain and all that... The thing is I was meeting DP and DS also wanted to go in the library with him. It's lunch time so DS and I wanted to meet him on time. So in that respect yes it did matter. Not that this woman new all that but I just thought she was so bloody arrogant.

Is she right, AIBU for caring?

My daughter started doing as a baby, it's a gift,

mine has undertones of Morningside disapproval, Yorkshire grim with a smattering of desert psychotic, plus a few other tics

I was in a queue in a nail bar to have my nails done. I was watching the door and saw a woman come in and I actually thought, "Jeez, she looks hard, wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of her". Finally it was my turn so I went and sat opposite the technician and got my varnish out of my bag. I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was hard woman saying that she was next. I said it was me and she fixed me with a 'Shirley from East Enders' stare. To my horror I got out of the chair and ran home. I got in the door and burst into tears!!! I am in my 50s! Idiot me...

Elbows are your friend when it comes to queue jumpers!

I was at the zoo and a woman went to the front of the enormous queue and said
"I'm pregnant, do I really have to queue?'
The woman behind the till was speechless but did say no. I mean, this is the zoo where most visitors either have young children or are pregnant!

And then there was the Spanish lady in M&S who did a blatant queue jump - the guy politely told her that he would be serving me and she pretended not to understand. She was trying to make him serve her to avoid a scene so I just dumped my stuff on the counter in front of her.

I work in a shop and i refuse to serve queue jumpers.
"I'm sorry but the queue end is that way" or "Sorry, i think the lady behind you got here first"

When having a really moody, arsey day, I want to queue jump just to annoy people, start a staring match and refuse to back down, in the hope that I might improve my mood.

havent dont it yet.............there is always a first tho

holidaysarenice, I find that quite bizarre. Do you think this is a normal way to think? You sound like a real charmer??

My favourite in my grungy youth was a chap who barged in front of me at an airport to demand that his entire family be upgraded to first class. No special reason, just that he wanted it and knew someone very senior in the airline and would be making a serious complaint if he didn't get what he wanted. (entitled sod)
The check-in assistant explained very patiently that four seats were not available in first class, since they had been booked by people who had paid for a first-class seat. He went puce and demanded to speak to the manager about his outrageous treatment.
While he was sulking at the side and the manager was explaining the same thing to him again, the assistant smiled broadly and said "However, we do have one seat available in first class... would you like an upgrade?"
The expression on the queue-jumper's face as a 19 year old with beaded hair, a holey cardigan, DMs and an oversized Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt swung her army bag into first class was one I will never forget