…do they stare at it in disbelief, gawp around like a fish an angler has just stunned with a rock, and then say incredulously, “Is this the queue?!”
What the bloody hell do you think it is?! A long line of people all heading in the same direction (in this case towards an airport gate) in the exact place you’d expect to find the long line of people - but oh no, this isn’t the queue. You’ve struck gold; you can just waltz onto the plane. We’re all stood in line because we’re starting a fucking conga!
Can I have another holiday to get over the airport please?