It’s often said that the British like to queue, but I don’t think that’s true. What the British like is to queue well, in an orderly manner, where precedence is properly established by our time of arrival, and where discipline is maintained even when the bus arrives. For the British the concern is more with quality than quantity. We really don’t like to queue (it’s humiliating), but if we have to queue, we like to do it well
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There are other nations, though, whose people seem to revel in queuing, so much so that they like to do it more than once. I was reminded of this when I was in Rome last week.
In Italy you often get the chance to queue at least twice. At bars and cafes you queue at the cash desk to ask for what you want and to pay, and then you queue again at the bar to ask for what you want and to get it. I’m a system designer. This is bad system design. Who would design a system where you have to enter the same data twice? It widens the scope for error, especially if you don’t speak the language.
But the Italians aren’t nearly the worst. When I lived in Hungary in the late 1980s the Soviet-prescribed model was that you queued three times in shops. First, you queued to ask for what you wanted (often, of course, they didn’t have what you wanted), then you queued at the cash desk to pay for what you’d chosen, and after that you got a receipt and joined a third queue to get what you asked for, all wrapped up in brown paper and ready to go. It kept the working population busy, I suppose, and you could idle away a Saturday morning queuing fifteen times to buy five things.
But the worst queuing I’ve done on a regular basis, in terms both of quality (poor) and quantity (huge), was at Sheremetyevo Airport in Moscow in the late 1980s. The queue at passport control was a disordered scrum where you could spend ninety minutes elbowing your way to the front, kicking at the shins of those who try to get in front of you.
Departure from Moscow meant five queues: a queue to have your luggage checked, a queue to check in, a queue at passport control, a queue at security and then a queue to board the plane.
And then there was the time I queued eight times in Bucahrest to buy a small ball of string. No, that’s enough about queuing.
Suffice it to say, when it comes to queuing, the British are best.
Adam Bager 
Indeed Europe offers a new sense for standing in line (as Americans say). It may have been a residual effect from the Soviet era, but I remember in Hungary when I arrived in the mid 90’s cars would queue one after another at petrol stations even though 2 other gas pumps were operating and free. I think it took many years to get it out of their system. And yes, Russia takes queuing to a complete different level. At the airport I normally ended up being battered and bruised (as well s confused trying to figure out if there was a system), second to last to check in, being assigned a middle seat.
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Just got back from Disney’s Magic Kingdom last night where on average 45 thousand visitors queue (that’s my estimate) around 70% of the time spent there. And they call it fun ;). I have to say that Americans are probably as good as British, but they are indeed very good in organizing the queue and making it look smaller than it actually is.
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