If you were in a fury over your incident OP you would have been incandescent with rage over my Worst Queue Experience Ever.
Few years ago two friends and I were on holiday Somewhere In Spain. We opted to go by bus to a local market. We carefully noted the correct bay at the bus station for our return trip and after a lovely day browsing, very Britishly queued at that bay. Other people arrived and started milling about in a haphazard fashion, apart from three other British women to whom we got chatting, one of whom was older with very swollen ankles (relevant, I promise you)
The first bus to pull up at that bay stubbornly refused to open its doors, the driver nonchalantly gesturing to a bus at a bay further down the line. We hesitated for a while but eventually went where he directed. The driver at the second bay then told us that the bus pulling in at a third bay was our bus.
Suddenly there was a complete mob of people, all of whom had arrived after us, charging towards the bus and thronging around the door. We were lagging behind somewhat, as the older lady couldn't move so fast, and we didn't want to just abandon her, having had friendly chats. (Plus two of us were Frightfully British and disinclined to abandon the queuing premise quite so quickly.)
However, our third friend decided Enough Was Enough. She wriggled her way to the front of the throng until she was nose-to-nose with the door, and was first on board, where she promptly bought six tickets. As other people tried to push past, the driver asked her who she was paying for, and she gestured at us five, who were still stuck somewhere near the middle of the crowd. And then it was like the parting of the Red Sea- he made everyone step aside so we could make our way onto the bus.
The moral of the story is- sometimes it pays to have a CF on your side...