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Spring Break in Nashville (con't)
My trip to Nashville was littered with Queues. Most of the Queues were good, exciting even. Some were stressful, others boring but none were of the pull my hair out what am I doing in this Queue variety. So now I will regale you with my Q of Queues.
It all started in the airport. Queue one was to check in. Queue two was to remove my shoes, belts etc. and have a body scan. I Queued for a cup of coffee and to board the plane. Once on the plane and in the air there was the Queue for the Loo...I decided that Queue was not for me. Aircraft Loos, YUCK! I did join the Queue to exit the aircraft though. As a side note, why do people jump up from their seats the second the plane comes to halt? After all they are going nowhere for at least another five minutes.
The fun and exciting Queues started at Fido's for Sunday Brunch. When I saw the length of Fido's Queue, I thought I would fade away from hunger before it was my turn to give my order. LS assured me this Queue moved along very smartly. I was pleasantly surprised at the efficient and quick moving Queue. There was no time for fading!
There was the Queue outside Vanderbilt waiting for the doors to open for the Picoult book signing. LS and I Queued to purchase books and then Queued for the book signing.
The next Queue, outside the Station House waiting for the doors to open to see the Doyle and Debbie show. After that we joined a small Queue waiting to be escorted to our table in The Patterson House.
I Queued in a Nashville Borders, where LS and I perused and purchased multiple books. She has the same weakness for books I do. Must be genetics!
I joined the Ticket-Pick-Up Queue at the TPAC for In the Heights and from that Queue I headed straight to the liquid refreshment Queue for what turned out to be an extremely large glass of wine. Really....it was nearly half a bottle! At the intermission after all that wine, there was the inevitable Queue in the ladies.
There were the usual shop Queues and then it was back to the pesky airport Queues.
Whew! That was some Q-ing. Hope I didn't lose you along the way.
More Nashville tomorrow in 'R'.
22 comments:
When I see the word queue now I think of Netflix, now that's a queue that makes me happy!
Queing is so weird. I just came back from a flash trip to Vancouver - coast to coast in five days - and what I don't get is people queing up to get on the airplane instead of just sitting down. I mean - we're all getting on right? And the plane isn't leaving until we're all on. What's the rush to be first to clog up the aisles? makes me laugh. I just sit and knit...
OH queues at the womens' toilets. That just comes as standard doesn't it?!?!?!
Yay for fast, efficient, quick, and orderly queues! :-) Take care
x
Oh ugh, I hate queues. Even if they are efficient! I'm way too impatient.
The queues at the women's toilets make me want to scream, "I gots to go, people, let's keep this line moving."
This reminds me of what my older sister always said to me, "Patience is a virtue and a virtue never hurt you." *gag*
Ah, the queues in the airport security line -- and then in immigration! It's always such a relief to just get on the plane or out of the airport!
Very humorous explanation of all your fun and/or boring exploits. Loved it.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium.
I met my husband in a queue. We were both lined up to change classes the first week of school at university (his third year, my first). Of course that was before everything was computerized. So I'll never badmouth a queue, except for the line at the ladies' room.
The only queue I enjoy is one where I'm waiting for a book to be signed by a favorite author. :)
One queue I'll skip is to eat. I can't imagine waiting for food. I'll just go without.
I so dislike queues. :) Disney is the worst. :)
LOL! Now I once stood in a queue with my brolly under my arm. It slipped and goosed the man in front. I was mortified, but he said "And i thought it was my lucky day!"
At least you didn't meet Q from Star Trek or maybe that's why you had to stand in so many queues! :O)
Goodness, that's a lot of queueing!
Hugs,
Rach
Oh the queue for the loo can be agony when one has a sore tummy :(
How patient! So many lines...I mean Queues!
The more times you used the word the weirder it looked!
Good post...I totally hopped over 'Q' because my mind just wasn't thinking; besides I needed a break!
good for you!!!
I didn't jump up for the queue to leave the airplane and the lady next to me kept huffing and sighing.
Lol, I agree with Karen up there! ;)
♥.•*¨Elizabeth¨*•.♥
You got to meet Jodi Piccoult? OH MY! I'm envious of that queue.
.......dhole
Oh my... I don't like queues... I get restless...
Doris
Oh, I think queuing for Jodi Picoult might be acceptable, just this once. ;-)
My children get worried when they know I have to queue, they think I get unreasonable and cranky...I can't imagine what they mean ;) Sue@JumpingAground (Alliteration & drabbles)
Sue@traverselife(Workplace bullying)
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