i think business travel involves the most stressful queuing of all.
picture the scene: pretty much any gate in Europe, waiting for an Easyjet flight to board.
everyone has hand luggage only and no reserved seats. it’s all sort of casual like, just mooching about, but everyone is watching the clock and as it gets nearer to boarding, people start to eeeever so slowly, silently, glide toward the gate. toeing bags forwards an inch at a time, staking your claim and absolutely no eye contact.
then it’s gate, boarding pass, and then the running-but-not-running through the air bridge/across the tarmac (Jerez airport wins the prize for the plane being so far from the terminal that everyone gave up trying to get there first and just grimly trudged ever-onwards in 30 degree heat) and then oh shit, which steps WHICH STEPS FRONT OR BACK? board, bag in locker (elbows. remember to lock your elbows) and collapse.
still, it’s all very civilised. unlike St. Petersburg, or Istanbul, or Odessa, where it’s Thunderdome all the way to the plane.
i love a good queue, me. and i don’t miss business travel at all.